If it's a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive

In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side

With your hands between your thighs

Stop and wait a sec

Oh when you look at me like that my darling

What did you expect

I 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 its no harsher than the bark

Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start

I'm going back to 505

If it's a 7 hour flight or a 45 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

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 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive

In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side

With your hands between your thighs

...and a smile