That's Where You're Wrong — Arctic Monkeys

A pussyfooting setting sun Make a wish that weighs a tonne There are no handles for you to hold And no understanding where it goes

Jealously in Technicolor Fear by name, love by numbers Streamlamp amber, wonderlust (?) blunderbuss

She looks as if she's blowing a kiss at me And suddenly the sky is a scissor Sitting on the floor with a tambourine Crushing up a bundle of love Don't take it so personally You're not the only one That time has got it in for honey That's where you're wrong

All the old flames fastened on Make a wish that weighs a tonne There are no handles that you can hold And no understanding where it goes

She looks as if she's blowing a kiss at me And suddenly the sky is a scissor Sitting on the floor with a tambourine Crushing up a bundle of love Don't take it so personally You're not the only one, that time has got it in for honey That's where you're wrong That's where you're wrong That's where you're wrong