//A R C T I C M O N K E Y S - 5 0 5// | Текст песни

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• 5 0 5//

I'm going back to 505,
If it's a 7 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 probably still adore you with you hand 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 7 hour flight or a 45 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 suprise,
Take my hands off of your eyes too soon.

I'm going back to 505,
If it's a 7 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!