I Thought I saw you in The Battleship but it was only a lookalike
She was nothing but a vision trick under the warning light
She was close, close enough to be your ghost
But my chances turned to toast when I asked her if I could call her your name

I thought I saw you in The Rusty Hook, huddled up in wicked chair
I wondered up for a closer look and kissed whoever was sitting there
She was close, and she held me very tightly until I asked awfully politely
"Please can I call you her name?"

I elongated my lift home
I let him go the long way round
I smelt your scent in the seat belt and I kept my short cuts to myself

I thought I saw you in The Parrot's Beak messing with the smoke alarm
It was too loud for me to hear her speak and she had a broken arm
It was close, so close that the walls were wet
And she wrote it out in Letraset
"No, you can't call me her name"

Tell me where's your hiding place
I'm worried I'll forget your face
I've asked everyone
I'm beginning to think I imagined you all along.

I saw your sister in The Cornerstone on the phone to the middle man
When I saw that she was on her own I thought she might understand
She 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"

Cornerstone - Arctic Monkeys

o teu reflexo e eu

um infinito mundo de tempo
onde a matéria e a forma
se deslocam dum ser para outro
numa orgia de sentir

para ti

o nosso esconderijo, agora sem bancos de cimento, só degraus de portas

podemos passar pelas mesmos sitios vezes sem conta e nunca reparamos nos pormenores
descobri isto na parede ao lado do ondajazz

recuperarte

dizes:
fechas os olhos e és Minha, sem receios

deixas-me cuidar de ti

ser apenas eu, o nós

alias, nada realmente existe, fora disso, do nós

é assim que te vejo, sinto, quero

gosto de estar contigo, em ti mesmo no simples trocar de palavras, de um tomar café, ali és minha, não te sinto possuida por nenhum outro, ou alguém...

digo:
e eu a pensar que já era pedra novamente, mexes comigo

e adoro o que temos

uma coisa só nossa

estranha mas perfeita