Världens bästa, du gråter.

What a waste I could have been your lover
What a waste I could have 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

What a waste I could have been your lover
What a waste I could have been your friend