Arctic Monkeys - 505

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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,

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 your hands 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,

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,