Arctic Monkeys - 505

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
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 bite, though it's no harsher than the bark
The middle of adventure is 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 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 a surprise
Take my hands off of your eyes too soon

Well, 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