Short Round

Away on holiday. An aching pain in me.
A feeling that I had for the first time.
Maybe once before but this means so much more.
You know it's true, in through the back door again.
Just eighteen and look at me,
make the world stop and see that I dont even care,
In through the back door again.
A tiny piece of me wants to let go.
Run away to your house and let you know.
But the rest of me will stay and daydream away about you.
You know it's true
In through the back door again.
Just eighteen and look at me,
make the world stop and see that I dont even care,
In through the back door again.
I've had you so long now.
not taking for granted the times we share,
i wont meet you there,
but i still care,
im in through the back door again.