Lost in pictures Baby I`m
Lost and found
Reminiscing bout my teens
It`s a postcard scene from Kona town
Sitting in my hotel room
Oooh on a cold London afternoon
My glass is red
Staring out my window
Over the streets
There`s a cool breeze I freeze
Sit back in my seat
The radio is painted blue
And it`s crying the bed 2 big with out you
Now that I`m done, now that
Do you remember those songs that keep us up till dawn
Slowly rocking you all the time
Baby put on your 45 and let it take over