I'm going back to 505, if it's a seven hour flight or a 45 minute drive, in my imagination you're waitin' lyin' on you side, with your hands between your thighs. Stop, and wait a sec. 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, the night twist at the thought that I should fall short of the mark. Frightened by the dark, thought it's no harsher than the bark. The middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start...