LYRICS

The girl wearing the Mondrian dress
The prettiest thing unto impress
Wearing the colours red, yellow, blue
The black lines accentuate the shape of you
We'd listen to cassettes of your NME hits
Go sneaking after dark with your cigarettes
Our time was cut short at seventeen
It's left me wondering what might have been, but

I've got a picture
I've got a picture
Of you shaking around to those 80's sounds, but
I've got a picture
That random picture of you

 

The girl wearing the Mondrian dress
Where is she now? Can only guess
From landline phones and VHS tapes
Arcade machines, being out 'til late
Now I'm leaving here, get out of this place
There's only so much nostalgia I can take, but

 

I've got a picture
That random picture
Of you shaking around to those 80's sounds, but
I've got a picture
That random picture of you

 

Running around, running around
Running with the same old crowd
Running around, running around
Running with the same old crowd
I wonder if you're
Running around, running around
Running with the same old crowd
Running around, running around
Running with the same old crowd

 

I've got a picture
That random picture
Of you shaking around to those 80's sounds, but
I've got a picture
That random picture of you
I've got a picture
That mental picture
Of you shaking around to those 80's sounds, but
I've got that picture, that mental picture of you

 

And that's all I want of you