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.

[Chorus]
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.

CHORUS

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.

CHORUS

Young Europeans.

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