Well I’ve heard it said that the dreams in our heads
Are like storms at the end of May
Well, if that theory is true, then lovely girl, us - me and you
We’ve got a love story written in the rain
But suddenly, suddenly I become part of the scenery
And I don’t blend well with the crowd that you’re in
You say, "Boy, you’re just a backup. Just a mouth to smear my lipstick upon."
Well girl, you’re just a name I can drop to my friends.
I’m just a boy who’s in love with a girl who’s in love with the world.
If you won’t believe in me, then I will be leaving you.
I’m just a boy who’s in love with a girl who’s in love with the world.
Love with the world.