* I'm going back to 505 If it's a 7 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 when you look at me like that
My darling what did you expect? I probably still adore you
With your hands around my neck or I did last time I checked
I'm not shy of a spark The 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
A middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start
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
