505 - Arctic Monkeys

Lyrics by：Alex Turner

Composed by：Arctic Monkeys

Produced by：James Ford/Mike Crossey

I'm going back to 505

If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive

In my imagination you're waitin' lyin' on your side

With your hands between your thighs

Stop and wait a sec

And when you look at me like that my darlin'

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 waitin' lyin' 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 waitin' lyin' on your side

With your hands between your thighs and a smile