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