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 Jealousy in technicolor Fear by name, love by numbers Streetlamp amber, wanderlust Powder in a blunderbuss She looks as if she's blowing a kiss at me And suddenly the skies are sizzling 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's 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 skies are sizzling 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's got it in for honey That's where you're wrong That's where you're wrong That's where you're wrong