New Europeans
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
New Europeans
Young Europeans
New Europeans
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
Young Europeans