I´m going back to 505 If it´s a seven-hour flight or a forty-five-minute drive In my imagination, you´re waiting lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs
Stop and wait a sec ´Cause 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 The 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, such a perfect place to start
Well, I´m going back to 505
If it´s a seven-hour flight or a forty-five-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
I´m going back to 505 If it´s a seven-hour flight or a forty-five minute drive In my imagination, you´re waiting lying on your side