505 (Lyrics) — Arctic Monkeys | караоке, минус + текст песни

I'm going back to five-o-five. 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. And 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 fight though it's no harsher than the bark. The middle of adventure's such a perfect place to start. I'm going back to five-o-five. 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 five-o-five. 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.