505

I'm going back to 505 If it's 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 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 I'm going back to 505 If it's 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 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 I'm going back to 505 If it's 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 and a smile