What a waste I could've been your lover
What a waste I could've been your friend
Perfect love is like a blossom that fades so quick
When it's blowing up a storm in May
Travel south until your skin turns woman
Travel south until your skin turns brown
Put a language in your head and get on a train
And then come back to the one you love
Yeah you're great you're just part
Of this lifetime of dreaming
That extends to the heart
Of this long summer feeling
Cry at night you see the TV's glowing
Cry at night you hear the walls are awake
Being you I'm getting out of a party crowd
Can I see what's underneath your bed
Can I stay until the milkman's working
Can I stay until the café awakes
Do you hate me in the light Did you get a fright
When you looked across from where you lay
Yeah you're great you're just part
Of this lifetime of dreaming
That extends to the heart
Of this long summer feeling
All the history of wars I invent in my head
Little Lou Ugly Jack Prophet John
All the history of wars I invent in my head
Little Lou Ugly Jack Prophet John
What a waste I could've been your lover
What a waste I could've been your friend