I’m going back to 505
If it’s a seven-hour flight or a forty-five-minute drive
In my imagination, you’re waiting lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs
Stop and wait a sec
‘Cause 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
The middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start
Well, I’m going back to 505
If it’s a seven-hour flight or a forty-five-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 the surprise
Take my hands off of your eyes too soon
I’m going back to 505
If it’s a seven-hour flight or a forty-five minute drive
In my imagination, you’re waiting lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs and a smile
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