New Europeans Ultravox
[Am]In a quiet street washed [E]by the rain, [F]the room within the [Am]home.
[Am]A lonely man sits [E]cheek to cheek, [F]with unique designs in [Am]chrome.
[Dm]The mellow years [F]have long gone by, [C]but now he sits [Dm]alone.
[Dm]He has a brand [Bb]new radio, [C]but never turns it [E]on. [Am]
[Am]A photograph of [E]lovers lost, [F]lies pressed in [Am]magazines.
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[Am]Her eyes belong [E]to a thousand girls, [F]she's the wife who's never [Am]seen.
[Dm]Their educated [F]son has left, [C]in search of borrowed [Dm]dreams.
[Dm]His television's [Bb]in his bed, [C]he's frozen to the [E]screen.[Am]
[Am]On a crowded beach [E]washed by the sun, [F]he puts his headphones [Am]on.
[Am]His modern world revo[E]lves around the s[F]ynthesizer's [Am]song.
[Dm]Full of future [F]thoughts and thrills, [C]his senses slip aw[Dm]ay.
[Dm]He's a European [Bb]legacy, a c[C]ulture for t[E]oday.