Somewhere only we know.

Thought I saw you in the battleship, but it was only a look a like. He was nothing but a vision trick under the warning light. He was close, close enough to be your ghost; but my chances turned to toast when I asked him if I could call him your name. I thought I saw you in the rusty hook, huddled up in wicker chair; I wandered up for a closer look and kissed whoever was sitting there. He was close, and he held me very tightly; till I asked awfully politely: "please, can I call you his 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 parrots beak, messing with the smoke alarm; it was too loud for me to hear him speak, and he had a broken arm. It was close, so close that the walls were wet; and he wrote it out in letraset: "no, you can't call me his name". Tell me where's your hiding place, I'm worried I'll forget your face; And I've asked everyone, and I'm beginning to think I imagined you all along.