The 6ths feat. Sarah Cracknel kissing things

It was a shallow ocean
It was a very blue sky
They're not too wide to get around
Given the old school try
And you must have had nothing better to do
I've been kissing my cigarette, wishing it was you
True, you gave me the moon
And the silver stars
They float outside the window
Of this tedious bar
And just like their master, they just drift in the blue
I've been kissing the bottle, wishing it was you
So Gibraltar has tumbled
The world came to an end
And the joke was on me
You're not even my friend
But with all my new lovers, and there've been twenty-two
I've been kissing the mirror, wishing it was you
Wishing it was you
Wishing it was you
Wishing it was you