I'm going back to 505 if it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive in my imagination you 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 darlin' 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, 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. 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 waiting lyin' 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 waiting lying on your side with your hands between your thighs and a smile.
bu sarkiyi ezbere bilmek tek vazfim
