505

I'm going back to 505... If it's a seven hours flight or a 45 minutes drive, In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side, with your arms between your thighs.
Stop and wait a sec.
Oh when you look at me like that my darling, What did you expect? I probably still adore you with you hand aroun my neck (or I did last time I checked).

Not shy of a spark.
A knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark, frightened by the bute thought it's no harsher the bark, middle of adventure. Such a perfect place to start.
I'm going back to 505... If it's a seven hours flight or a 45 minutes drive, In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side, with your arms between your thighs.

But I crumble completely when you cry, It's seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye. I'm always just about to go and spoil surprise, Take my hands off of your eyes to soon.

I'm going back to 505... If it's a seven hours flight or a 45 minutes drive, In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side, with your arms between your thighs and a SMILE!