Cornerstone (Live)

A song about a search for the Albert Hall I thought a saw you in the battleship But it was only a look a like She was nothing but a vision trick Under the warning light She was close, close enough to be your ghost But my chances turn 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 wicker chair I wandered over for a closer look And smooch who ever was sitting there She was close, and she squeezed me very tightly 'Til 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 'round I smelt your scent on the seat belt And keep my shortcuts to myself, oh I thought I caught you in the parrots beak Fiddling with the smoke alarm It was too loud for me to hear her speak And she had a broken arm It was close, it was so close that the walls were wet And she wrote it out in letraset No, you can't call me her name So tell me where's your hiding place You see I'm worried I'll forget your face And I've asked everyone I'm beginning to think I imagined you all along I elongated my lift home Yeah, I let him go the long way 'round I smelt your scent on the seat belt And keep my shortcuts to myself I saw your sister in the cornerstone On the phone to the middle man When I saw that she was on her own That's when I knew that she'll 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