New Europeans Lyrics - Ultravox

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.