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.