text: Im going back to 505
  If its a seven-hour flight or a forty-five-minute drive
  In my imagination, youre 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?
  Id 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 its no harsher than the bark
  The middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start
  Im going back to 505
  If its a seven-hour flight or a forty-five-minute drive
  In my imagination, youre waiting lying on your side
  With your hands between your thighs
  But I crumble completely when you cry
  It seems like once again youve had to greet me with Goodbye
  Im always just about to go and spoil the surprise
  Take my hands off of your eyes, too soon
  Im going back to 505
  If its a seven-hour flight or a forty-five minute drive
  In my imagination, youre waiting lying on your side
  With your hands between your thighs and a smile