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