505 — Arctic Monkeys

I'm going back to 505, If its 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 probably still adore you with you hand 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 though its no harsher than the bark, Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start,

I'm going back to 505, If its 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, Im always just about to go and spoil a suprise, Take my hands off of your eyes too soon,

I'm going back to 505, If its 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!