Young Mopes Songtext
von Louise Burns

Somebody told me
If you′re a good girl
Everything promised will work out fine
Dreaming of deserts
Tropical angels
Takin' my hand in Arabian nights

Now I′m feeling sentimental
I can feel the weight of the moon
Now I'm feeling existential
Feel my heartbeat, hollow and dry

Blame it on the summer night
Young mopes got trashed and lost the fight
Blame it on the evening star
Young mopes are blessed
Young mopes are gone


Everything happens for one hundred reasons
That's what they tell you
Then you′re alone
Roses at weddings
Poetic nightmares
Domestic mothers
And bullets of chrome

Now I′m feeling sentimental
I can feel the weight of the moon
Now I'm feeling existential
Feel my heartbeat, hollow and dry

Blame it on the summer night
Young mopes got trashed and lost the fight
Blame it on the evening star
Young mopes are blessed
Young mopes are gone

Blame it on the summer night
Young mopes got trashed and lost the fight
Blame it on the evening star
Young mopes are blessed
Young mopes are gone

Now I′m feeling sentimental
I can feel the weight of the moon
Now I'm feeling existential
Feel my heartbeat, hollow and dry


Blame it on the summer night
Young mopes got trashed and lost the fight
Blame it on the evening star
Young mopes are blessed
Young mopes are gone

Blame it on the summer night
Young mopes got trashed and lost the fight
Blame it on the evening star
Young mopes are blessed
Young mopes are gone