Ultravox - New europeans

^AmIn a quiet street washed ^Eby the rain, ^Fthe room within the ^Amhome. ^AmA lonely man sits ^Echeek to cheek, ^Fwith unique designs in ^Amchrome.

^DmThe mellow years ^Fhave long gone by, ^Cbut now he sits ^Dmalone. ^DmHe has a brand ^Bbnew radio, ^Cbut never turns it ^Eon. ^Am

^FNew European^Ams. Am ^FYoung Europeans. Am ^FNew European^Es.

^AmA photograph of ^Elovers lost, ^Flies pressed in ^Ammagazines. ^AmHer eyes belong ^Eto a thousand girls, ^Fshe's the wife who's never ^Amseen.

^DmTheir educated ^Fson has left, ^Cin search of borrowed ^Dmdreams. ^DmHis television's ^Bbin his bed, ^Che's frozen to the ^Escreen. ^Am (Chorus)

^AmOn a crowded beach ^Ewashed by the sun, ^Fhe puts his headphones ^Amon. ^AmHis modern world revo^Elves around the s^Fynthesizer's ^Amsong.

^DmFull of future ^Fthoughts and thrills, ^Chis senses slip aw^Dmay. ^DmHe's a European ^Bblegacy, a c^Culture for t^Eoday.