Young Mopes - 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 murder

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