Angels & Airwaves - Young London Lyrics

Angels & Airwaves - Young London LyricsI'm not the one to complain of bad dreamsIt's like disease, but without a lifeIt's all a scene with this great directiveThat we're all lost and we're stuck in timeWe feel alone in a strange blue oceanAnd we're all scared as death to dieI'm not the one to admit it's helplessI have a sense that we will be alrightI wish for peace with electric silenceTo keep