Featuring Norah Jones
What a waste, I couldve been your lover
What a waste, I couldve been your friend
Perfect love is like a blossom that fades so quick
When its 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, youre great, youre just part
Of this lifetime of dreaming
That extends to the heart
Of this long summer feeling
Cry at night, you see the TVs glowing
Cry at night, you hear the walls are awake
Being you, Im getting out of a party crowd
Can I see whats underneath your bed?
Can I stay until the milkmans working?
Can I stay until the caf awakes?
Do you hate me in the light? Did you get a fright?
When you looked across from where you lay
Yeah, youre great, youre 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 couldve been your lover
What a waste, I couldve been your friend