Cornerstone
Alex Turner; Arctic Monkeys Lyrics

I thought I saw you in the Battleship
I think I saw you in a place called Battleship

But it was only a look alike
But it was just someone else who resembles you

She was nothing but a vision trick
She wasn't real and was just a figment of my imagination

Under the warning light
Under a light that signals a warning

She was close
She was near or within proximity

Close enough to be your ghost
Near enough to be mistaken for your spirit or entity

But my chances turned to toast
But my opportunity was ruined beyond repair

When I asked her if I could call her your name
When I asked if I could address her with your name, as if she were you

I thought I saw you in the Rusty Hook
I thought I saw you in a place called Rusty Hook

Huddled up in wicker chair
Crouching in a seat made of woven plant materials

I wandered up for a closer look
I went closer to observe and examine closely

And kissed whoever was sitting there
And kissed the person who was seated there, regardless of who they were

And she held me very tightly
And she hugged me very firmly

'Til I asked awfully politely
Until I asked very nicely

"Please, can I call you her name?"
"Can I call you with the name of the person I mistook you for?"

And I elongated my lift home
And I extended my ride back to my place

Yeah, I let him go the long way 'round
I allowed the driver to take the longer route back

I smelt your scent on the seatbelt
I detected your fragrance on the car's seatbelt

And kept my shortcuts to myself
And I kept my faster routes or methods to myself

I thought I saw you in the Parrot's Beak
I thought I saw you in a place called Parrot's Beak

Messin' with the smoke alarm
Tampering with the fire alarm system

It was too loud for me to hear her speak
It was too noisy for me to hear her talk

And she had a broken arm
And she had her arm fractured or injured

So close that the walls were wet
So close that the walls were moist or damp

And she wrote it out in Letraset
And she wrote out a message using Letraset, a type of transfer lettering

"No, you can't call me her name"
"No, you can't address me with the name of the person you mistook me for"

Tell me, where's your hiding place?
Tell me, where is the place you go to hide?

I'm worried I'll forget your face
I'm concerned I might forget what you look like

And I've asked everyone
And I've asked everybody I know

I'm beginning to think I imagined you all along
I'm starting to believe that you were just a product of my imagination

I saw your sister in the Cornerstone
I saw your sibling in a place called Cornerstone

On the phone to the middle man
Talking to someone who mediates or negotiates

When I saw that she was on her own
When I noticed that she was alone

I thought she might understand
I thought she might comprehend my situation or feelings

Well, you couldn't get much closer
Well, you couldn't be any nearer or more related

She said, "I'm really not supposed to, but yes
She said, "I'm not supposed to do this, but yes

You can call me anything you want"
You can address me with any name you choose to use"