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