arabella's got a 70's head but she's a modern lover it's an exploration, she's made of outer space & her lips are like the galaxy's edge & her kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place
my days end best when this sunset gets itself behind that little lady sitting on the passenger side it's much less picturesque without her catching the light the horizon tries but it's just not as kind on the eyes
as arabella as arabella just might have tapped into your mind & soul you can't be sure
arabella ☛ arctic monkeys
arabella's got a 70's head
but she's a modern lover
it's an exploration, she's made of outer space
& her lips are like the galaxy's edge
& her kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place
my days end best when this sunset gets itself
behind that little lady sitting on the passenger side
it's much less picturesque without her catching the light
the horizon tries but it's just not as kind on the eyes
as arabella
as arabella
just might have tapped into your mind & soul
you can't be sure