Cornerstone

I thought I saw you in the Battleshipbut it was only a look alikeShe was nothing but a vision trick,Under the warning light.She was close,close enough to be your ghost,But my chances turned to toastWhen I asked her ifI could call her your name.

I thought I saw you in the rusty hook,Huddled up in a wicker chairI wandered over for a closer lookAnd kissed whoever was sitting there.She was close,And she held me very tightlyTill I asked awfully politely,please can I call you her name?

And I elongated my lift home,yeah I let him go the long way roundI smelt your scent in the seat beltAnd kept my short cuts to myself.

I thought I saw you in the parrot's beakMessing with the smoke alarmIt was too loud for me to hear her speakAnd she had a broken arm.It was close, so close thatthe walls were wetAnd she wrote it out in letter set,no, you can't call me her name!

Tell me where’s your hiding place,I'm worried I'll forget your face.And I've asked everyoneAnd I'm beginning to thinkI imagined you all along.

I elongated my lift home.Yeah I let him go the long way roundI smelt your scent on the seat belt,And kept my short cuts to myself.

I saw your sister in the cornerstoneon the phone to the middle manWhen I saw that she was on her ownI thought she might understandShe was close,well you couldn't get much closer,She said: I’m really not supposed to but yes,You can call me anything you want.