Arctic Monkeys

[Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] Not shy of a spark A 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 [Chorus] 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 [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3] 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 a surprise Take my hands off of your eyes too soon [Chorus] 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