Little Lou, Ugly Jack, Prophet John (Jones Norah)

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 warmer 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 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