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
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
I'm not shy of a spark
The nights we slept with those that asked you to fall short of the mark
Frightened by the bite, no, he's no harsher than the bark
A middle of adventures is your 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 have to agree with me goodbye
I'm always just about to go into the wilderness of fright
Take my hands off of your eyes to see
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