Song Belle & Sebastian & Norah Jones - Little Lou, Prophet Jack, Ugly John

What a waste I could have been your lover
What a waste I could have been your friend
Perfect love is like the blossom that fades so quick
When it's blowing up a storm in may
Travel south until your skin gets warmer
Travel south until your skin turns brown
Put a language in your head and live 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 tvs 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 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 have been your lover
What a waste I could have been your friend