Well I've heard it said that the dreams in our headsnAre like storms at the end of MaynWell, if that theory is true, then lovely girl, us - me and younWe've got a love story written in the rainnBut suddenly, suddenly I become part of the scenerynAnd I don't blend well with the crowd that you're innYou say, Boy, you're just a backup. Just a mouth to smear my lipstick upon.nWell girl, you're just a name I can drop to my friends.nnI'm just a boy who's in love with a girl who's in love with the world.nnIf you won't believe in me, then I will be leaving you.nnI'm just a boy who's in love with a girl who's in love with the world.nnLove with the world.