I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven-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'd 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 it's no harsher than the bark The middle of adventure is such a perfect place to start