Arctic Monkeys - 505 lyrics
[Arctic Monkeys - 505 lyrics]
I'm going back to 505
If it's a seven-hour flight
Or a forty-five-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'd probably still adore you with
Your hands around my neck
Or I did last time I checked
Not shy of a spark
The knife twists at the thought that I
Should fall short of the mark
Frightened by the bite
Though 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 seven-hour flight
Or a forty-five-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 seven-hour flight
Or a forty-five-minute drive
In my imagination
You're waiting lying on your side
With your hands between your
Thighs and a smile
If it's a seven-hour flight
Or a forty-five-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'd probably still adore you with
Your hands around my neck
Or I did last time I checked
Not shy of a spark
The knife twists at the thought that I
Should fall short of the mark
Frightened by the bite
Though 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 seven-hour flight
Or a forty-five-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 seven-hour flight
Or a forty-five-minute drive
In my imagination
You're waiting lying on your side
With your hands between your
Thighs and a smile