Little Lou, Ugly Jack, Prophet John
What a waste, I could've been your loverWhat a waste, I could've been your friendPerfect love is like a blossom that fades so quickWhen it's blowing up a storm in May
Travel south until your skin turns warmerTravel south until your skin turns brownPut a language in your head and get on a trainAnd then come back to the one you love
Yeah you're great, you're just part, of this lifetime of dreamingThat extends to the heart of this long summer feelingQuiet night, you see the TVs glowingQuiet night, you hear the walls are awake
Being you, I'm getting out of a party crowdCan 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 dreamingThat extends to the heart of this long summer feelingAll the history of wars I invent in my headLittle Lou, Ugly Jack, Prophet John
All the history of wars I invent in my headLittle Lou, Ugly Jack, Prophet John
What a waste, I could've been your lover
What a waste, I could've been your friend