Текст песни 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 waitin' Lyin' on your side With your hands between your thighs Stop and wait a sec When you look at me like that, my darlin' 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 waitin' Lyin' 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 surprise Take my hands off of your 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 waitin' Lyin' on your side With your hands between your thighs