Arctic Monkeys - 505 (Live)

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 Oh, 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 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 though it's no harsher than the bark The middle of adventure, seemed like 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, alright 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 And take your 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, oh