A música foi escrita por Alex Turner do Arctic Monkeys sobre uma experiência pessoal em uma balada, onde ele se encontrava esperando, talvez, ver sua ex-namorada. A música reflete o sentimento de ver pessoas que lembram alguém que você perdeu e desejaria que estivesse ali.
I thought I 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 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 a wicker chair I wandered over for a closer look And kissed whoever was sitting there She was close, and she held 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 seatbelt And kept my shortcuts 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 letra-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 everyone I'm beginning to think I imagined you all along
And I elongated my lift home, Yeah, I let him go the long way 'round I smelt your scent on the seatbelt And kept 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 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