Your 45 lyrics

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