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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 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 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 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 you're 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, with your hands between your thighs