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 caf 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