(Stuart)
 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 [bad word] back to the one you love

 (Norah)
 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

 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?

 (Together)
 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

 (Stuart)
 What a waste, I could've been your lover

 (Norah)
 What a waste, I could've been your friend