paroles de chanson Young American - Miles Thompson

Catching these flights
I gotta turn the lights on
Waste the whole night
Just waiting for the right song
Young American
All of these people
And all their different faces
Got me falling to pieces
Cause I don't see my place here
Young American

Love in the fucking imperfect
Doesn't make much sense on the surface
I cant feel nothing
I cant feel nothing

Fuck your reservations
Im part of the generation
That's been raised on medication
So heavily sedated
I cant feel a thing
I cant feel nothing
If all these people
Are the pieces of some puzzle
Hard not to come to the thesis
Of nihilist discussions
I can't feel nothing
I can't Feel a thing

Young American
And I cant feel nothing
I cant feel a thing

Love in the fucking imperfect
Doesn't make much sense on the surface
I cant feel nothing
I cant feel nothing