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 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

Me and you are 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 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’ve been your lover

What a waste, I could’ve been your friend