Tonight I'm standing in the shades
A true reflection of the eighties
And tonight I'm like a beautiful portrait
From the movies
We're like the young teens
I'm just another girl painting all the pictures in the sand
I just want to hold your hand, hold your hand
I'm just another girl painting all the pictures in the sand
They fall into pieces on the ground
It's just a memory
You keep it locked in a box
It's just a memory of you and me
It's just a memory
You keep it locked in a box
It's just a memory of you and me
Why am I afraid
Of the way this story is told
Of how we got old
Why I'm I afraid
Of the true reflection
We're like the young teens
I'm just another girl painting all the pictures in the sand
I just want to hold your hand, hold your hand
I'm just another girl painting all the pictures in the sand
They fall into pieces on the ground
It's just a memory
You keep it locked in a box
It's just a memory of you and me
It's just a memory
You keep it locked in a box
It's just a memory of you and me