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 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
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
-alexturner
