But I crumble completely when you cry,
It seems like once again you've had to,
Great me with goodbye,
I'm always just about to go and,
Spoil and 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 45-minute drive,
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side,
With your hands between your thighs,
And a smile.