I'm going back to 505, if its 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 probably still adore you with you hand 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 its no harsher than the bark. Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start.
I'm going back to 505, if its 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 a suprise, take my hands off of your eyes too soon.
I'm going back to 505, if its 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..