1983

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)