505

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

a 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

but i crumble completely when you cry

'cause it seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye"