Тексты песен «Arctic Monkeys»

I'm going back to 505, If its 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...

Well I wrote my number down I never wrote it down before Was gonna bring it over like something from a film But I didn't have the bottle at all Well I'm looking and you kept staring Your thoughts bearing up with mine...

Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks Or knackered Converse Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks But all of that's what the point is not The point's that there ain't no romance around there And there's the truth...

Anticipation, i did not mean to set you up for disappointment in evening entertainment but tonight there"ll be some love tonight there"ll be a ruckus yeah, regardless of what"s gone before i wanna see all of the things...

Caricatures of your wrecking ball Down in my mind all the time I wanna be in that damsel-patterned alley Where you go for a smoke And sorrow slow dances The phones are lining up Taking no chances Close but never close...

[Verse 1] So when you gaze at planet earth from outer space Does it wipe that stupid look off of your face? I saw this aura over the battleground states I lost some money, lost the keys But I'm still handcuffed to the...

[Verse 1] Just another microcosm somewhere in the ether Putting the world to rights with Bing Crosby eyes Oversharing and its bitter aftertaste Exactly the wrong time in exactly the wrong place Save it for a rainy day...

Arabella's got some interstellar gator skin boots And a Helter Skelter 'round her little finger and I ride it endlessly She's got a Barbarella silver swimsuit And when she needs to shelter from reality She takes a dip...

I'm a puppet on a string Tracy island, time-traveling diamond Coulda shaped heartaches Come to find ya fall in some velvet morning Years too late She's a silver lining lone ranger riding Through an open space In my mind...

[ALEX:] Baby, I'm yours (Baby, I'm yours) And I'll be yours until the stars fall from the sky, Yours, until the rivers all run dry In other words, until I die [OISIN:] Baby, I'm yours (Baby, I'm yours) And I'll be...

I wish you would have smiled in the bakery Or sat on a tatty settee At some mutual friend's gathering And the more you keep on looking The more it's hard to take Love, we're in stalemate To never meet is surely...

Running off over next door's garden Before the hour is done It's more a question of feeling Than it is a question of fun The confidence is the balaclava I'm sure you'll baffle 'em good Will the ending reek of salty...

[Verse 1] I want an interesting synonym To describe this thing That you say we're all grandfathered in I'll use the search engine (We've got much to discuss) Too much to discuss Over a bucket of balls I can recall the...

There's always somebody taller with more of a wit And he's equipped to enthrall her And her friends think he's fit And you just can't measure up no, you don't have a prayer Wishing that you'd made the most of her,...

Lately I've been seeing things Belly button piercings in the sky at night When we're side by side And I don't mean to rain on anybody's cabaret One of those games you're gonna lose But you wanna play it just incase And...

Brian Top marks for not trying So kind of you to bless us with your effortlessness We're grateful and so strangly comforted And I wonder Are you putting us under 'Cos we can't take our eyes off the t-shirt...

Some old track... or brian strom Brian, Top marks for not tryin' So kind of you to bless us with your effortlessness We're grateful and so strangely comforted And I wonder are you puttin' us under Cause we can't take...

Both sides, In softly came the growl from both sides And if his whisper splits the mist Just think of what he's capable of with his kiss Nice try, You cannot turn away, but nice try He'll turn your legs to...

Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks Or knackered Converse Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks But all of that"s what the point is not The point"s that there ain"t no romance around there And there"s the truth...

Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks Or knackered Converse or tracky bottoms tucked in socks But all of that's what the point is not The point's that there ain't no romance around there And there's the truth...