I'm going back to 505
Stop and wait a sec

In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs
If it's a 7-hour flight or a 45-minute drive
But I crumble completely when you cry
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side
It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye
I'm always just about to go and spoil a surprise
With your hands between your thighs
With your hands between your thighs and a smile
Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start

The knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side
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

I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
Not shy of a spark
Or I did last time I checked

Take my hands off of your eyes too soon
Frightened by the bite though it's no harsher than the bark