Song Journal: Arctic Monkeys

That's Where You're Wrong
by 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
Streetlamp, amber, wanderlust
Hide her in a 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

But 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, oh, oh