Little Lou, Ugly Jack, Prophet John

What a waste I could have been your lover What a waste I could have been your friend Perfect love is like the blossom that fades so quick When it's blowing up a storm in may Travel south until your skin gets warmer Travel south until your skin turns brown Put a language in your head and live 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 Quiet night you see the tvs glowing Quiet night you hear the walls are awake Me and you are getting out of the 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 boys I invent in my head Little Lou, Ugly Jack, Prophet John All the history of boys I invent in my head Little Lou, Ugly Jack, Prophet John What a waste I could have been your lover What a waste I could have been your friend