505 - Arctic Monkeys
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
Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start
This is my favourite place in the whole wide world.