505 - Arctic Monkeys

I'm going back to 505

If it's a 7 hours 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

When you look at me like that

My darling what did you expect?

I probably still adore you

With your hands around my neck

Or I did last time I checked

I'm not shy of a spark

The 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

A 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