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NEW EUROPEANS PR I V
ATE L I VES PASSING STRANGERS
In a quiet street washed by the rain All the boys are wearing blue tonight We were so young, we were too vain
Marooned within the home Well thrive, well dive, how can we lose? Dance in the dark, sing in the rain
A lonely man sits cheek to cheek All the strangers walk like you tonight Time on our hands, hope in our hearts
With unique designs in chrome So tall, we fall for every move
The mellow years have long gone by We were talking, passing strangers
But now he sits alone Well laugh and talk Moments caught across an empty room
He has a brand new radio Dont stop for breath Wasted whispers, faded secrets
But never turns it on In these our private lives Quickly passes, time goes, time goes by too soon
We dance til dawn
New Europeans As they beat the drums We stood alone, silent and proud
Young Europeans For all our private lives Moments unknown, lost in a crowd
New Europeans Running through memories like thieves in the night
Close your eyes and heres the melody Clutching emotions, holding too tight
A photograph of lovers lost Who cares, who stares under the light? Hope turns to dust, shattered by light
Lies pressed in magazines See the shadow tailing me again
Her eyes belong to a thousand girls It shows, it glows in a crowd so bright We were talking, passing strangers
Shes the wife whos never seen Moments caught across an empty room
Their educated son has left Wasted whispers, faded secrets
In search of borrowed dreams It quickly passes, time goes, time goes by too soon
His televisions in his bed
Hes frozen to the screen We were talking, passing strangers
Moments caught across an empty room
New Europeans Wasted whispers, faded secrets
Young Europeans It quickly passes, time goes, time goes by too soon
New Europeans
We were talking, passing strangers
On a crowded beach washed by the sun Moments caught across an empty room
He puts his headphones on Wasted whispers, faded secrets
His modern world revolves around
The synthesizers song
Full of future thoughts and thrills
His senses slip away
Hes a European legacy
A culture for today
New Europeans
Young Europeans
New Europeans
Young Europeans
SLEEPWALK MR. X
Sleepwalk I found the perfect picture of a perfect stranger
Sleepwalk It looked as if it were taken in the Forties sometime
Sleepwalk Judging by the style
Rolling and falling, Im choking and calling He could be a killer, or a blind man with a cane
Name after name after name Perhaps he died in a car crash years ago
Right now, its impossible to tell
Sleepwalk
Sleepwalk I almost thought I saw him standing whistling on a bridge
Sleepwalk I asked him the time, but when he turned around
I saw it wasnt him at all
Naked and bleeding, the street lights rain by me
Hurting my eyes with their glare Im still searching
Im still searching
Sleepwalk
Sleepwalk I saw him at an airport while he was sitting on a wing
Sleepwalk I waved to him, but I dont think he noticed me
Ive got a funny feeling I know who he is
Helplessly braking, exchanging my faces
Destined, we had to collide Mr. X
Mr. X
Sleepwalk!
Mr. X
Caught on the outside, Im crumbling and crawling Mr. X
Watching the day drag away Mr. X
Spiralling deeper, I cant feel my fingers Mr. X
Grip round my throat as I dream Mr. X
Mr. X
Dream dream dream dream dream dream dream Mr. X
Mr. X
Sleepwalk Mr. X
Sleepwalk Mr. X
Sleepwalk Mr. X
Sleepwalk Mr. X
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WESTERN PROM I SE VIENNA
Hai! We walked in the cold air
Freezing breath on a window pane
Oh mystical East, on old postcards Lying and waiting
Your childhood dreams and energies A man in the dark in a picture frame
Your temples, gardens, old world charm So mystic and soulful
An ancient culture, torn and scarred A voice reaching out in a piercing cry
It stays with you until
This is my Western promise
The feeling has gone, only you and I
Oh mystical East, youve lost your way It means nothing to me
Your rising sun shall rise again This means nothing to me
My Western world gives out her hand Oh, Vienna
A victors help to your fallen land
The music is weaving
This is my Western promise Haunting notes, pizzicato strings
The rhythm is calling
Hai! Alone in the night as the daylight brings
A cool empty silence
Mystical East, all taxi-cabs The warmth of your hand and a cold grey sky
All ultra-neon, sign of the times It fades to the distance
Your Buddha Zen and Christian man
All minions to messiah Pepsi can The image has gone, only you and I
It means nothing to me
This is my Western promise This means nothing to me
Oh, Vienna
We stood still
We all stood still
Still stood still
Were standing still
WA ITI NG FACE TO FACE
Waiting Theres nothing left
Waiting The systems gone
Waiting Its taking over, over, over
Waiting Right before our eyes