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 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 it's no harsher than the bark 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 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 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 and a smile!
One of the greatest songs ever written. The way Turner ups the tempo to entice you into perpetual anticipation as you know the drop is coming is something else. One of the great, most articulate song writers of our generation. Forza Monkeys!!!!!
