Оригинален текст
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