Young London Lyrics

Angels and Airwaves - Young London

I'm not the one to complain of bad dreams

It's like disease, but without a life

It's all a scene with this great directive

That we're all lost and we're stuck in time

We feel alone in a strange blue ocean

And we're all scared as death to die

I'm not the one to admit it's helpless

I have a sense that we will be alright

I wish for peace with electric silence

To keep our hearts beating on our minds

And we will see that we're all connected

When we awake to the tunnel's light

Suit up, boys

We're on vacation

With endless stay and reservations

Saddest girls

Who will await while dying inside

How will they get by?

Let's ride, it's the weekend

Get down, girls

And dance with your best friend

Show yourselves, and take what you ask for

Let it go, no fights on the dance floor

The night gets better, but wait, so wonderful

They move together and dance so colorful

And kiss like flowers that breathe with pheromones

Songs get louder, it feels so natural