I′m going back to 505

If it's a seven-hour flight or a 45-minute drive

In my imagination, you′re waiting lying on your sideWith 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'd probably still adore you with your hands around 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 bite, though it's 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 seven-hour flight or a 45-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 a 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 45-minute drive

In my imagination, you′re waiting lying on your side

With your hands between your thighs and a smile