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