Pulp — My Lighthouse

Come up to my lighthouse for I have something I wish to say It can wait for a moment, well in fact, it can wait all day I just wanted to bring you up here So you could have the chance to see The beauty of this situation that you could share with me It may seem strange, to talk of love and then lighthouses It's not strange to me Hey-ey-ey-ey All alone, you and I in our high tower That's the way to be He-he-he Some laugh at my lighthouse, they say "that is just an ivory tower" But I don't mind because I know their envy grows by the hour See, I have a purpose up here to guide the ships upon their way All this is mine; it could be yours too, what do you say? It may seem strange, to talk of love and then lighthouses It's not strange to me Hey, hey, hey, hey All alone, you and I in our high tower That's the way to be He-he-he He-he-he A-hey, hey, hey