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