Poem written by Alex Turner.
After the fanfare stopped gushing
and the horns were packed away in cases
cased in finger marked dust
and the flags lay scrunched
having turned their backs on the breeze
Arousal dripped, in the shape of tears
congregating in a lumpy puddle that begged you
to dip your spoon!
Here you can see Alexander reciting a part of the poem in Brazil 07.