Your 45

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