Ultravox
Ultravox - New Europeans lyrics
Your rating:
In a quiet street washed by the rain, the room within the home A lonely man sits cheek to cheek, with unique designs in chrome The mellow years have long gone by, but now he sits alone He has a brand new radio, but never turns it on New Europeans Young Europeans New Europeans A photograph of lovers lost, lies pressed in magazines Her eyes belong to a thousand girls, she's the wife who's never seen Their educated son has left, in search of borrowed dreams His television's in his bed, he's frozen to the screen On a crowded beach washed by the sun, he puts his headphones on His modern world revolves around the synthesizer's song Full of future thoughts and thrills, his senses slip away He's a European legacy, a culture for today New Europeans Young Europeans New Europeans...