Arctic Monkeys - 505
I'm going back to 505
If it's a 7-hour flight or a 45-minute drive
In my imagination, you're waiting,
lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs
Stop and wait a sec
Oh, when you look at me like that,
my darling, what did you expect?
I'd probably still adore you
with your hands around my neck
Or I did last time I checked
Not shy of a spark
A knife twists at the thought
that I should fall short of the mark
Frightened by the bite,
no, it's no harsher than the bark
The middle of adventure,
such a perfect place to start
I'm going back to 505
If it's a 7-hour flight or a 45-minute drive
In my imagination, you're waiting,
lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs
But I crumble completely when you cry
It seems like once again
you've had to greet me with goodbye
I'm always just about to go and spoil the surprise
Take my hands off of your eyes too soon
I'm going back to 505
If it's a 7-hour flight or a 45-minute drive
In my imagination, you're waiting,
lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs
And a smile.