Little Lou, Ugly Jack, Prophet John

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
Quiet night, you see the TV’s 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 cafe 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