Back to You
Just a fling? Yes, just a summer. Just to push the swing. Phone starts to ring. It's him. It's him. Lights go dim. Not even ten. Crying myself to sleep is a chore. But it's never been this easy before. Everyone says I'm done for. Suddenly caught, I'm in a war. For him, yeah him. Let me go out on a limb, to tell you I was dreaming of him. Mind on relay. Him on replay. Let us go dump our tray. Yet here we lay. Thought it was just my dream. We make a pretty good team. Again, to







