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