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 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