505 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'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, no, it's no harsher than the bark The middle of adventure, 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
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
Well, 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.