In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side
The knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark
Stop and wait a sec
I'm going back to 505
Or I did last time I checked
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side
I'm always just about to go and spoil a surprise
I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
But I crumble completely when you cry
With your hands between your thighs
If it's a 7-hour flight or a 45-minute drive
Not shy of a spark
Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start
Oh when you look at me like that my darling, what did you expect?
If it's a 7-hour flight or a 45-minute drive
I'm going back to 505
With your hands between your thighs
Take my hands off of your eyes too soon
Frightened by the bite though it's no harsher than the bark
It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye