I need a minute to wash my hands because they're covered in dirt
I'll tell you something, she'll give her heart away
Before she knows it'll hurt
But she says it'll work out eventually
Another morning, another empty space
Although he said he would stay
She pads across to the en-suite, cleans her face
And plans the rest of her day
She says it'll work out eventually
But her mind is lost in 1983
The streets of London have never felt so wide
And full of workers and creeps
She tries to pass and a passing passerby
But there's a secret she keeps
She says it'll work out eventually
But her mind is lost in 1983
Oh, don't you know?
Blue doesn't go
Her mind is gold
(She'll rust with the thought of it)
Her mind is gone
(She'll never remember it)
Her mind is gone
(She's lost in her teenage years)
