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’ll 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 its no harsher than the bark,

The middle of adventure is 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.



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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 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