[00:00.00] 作曲 : Joe Newman/Gus Unger-Hamilton/Thom Green[01:39.63]There was a wayward lad[01:45.32]Stepped out one morning[01:54.58]The ground to be his bed[02:00.76]The sky is awning[02:09.43]Neon, neon, neon[02:15.36]A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field[02:24.82]Can't surround so you lean on, lean on[02:26.14]So you lean on, lean on[02:30.78]So much your heart's become fond of this[02:34.81][02:38.30]Oh, these three worn words[02:41.76]Oh, that we whisper like the rubbing hands[02:48.27]of tourists in Verona[02:52.11]I just want to love you in my own language[03:11.15]Well, that smell of shit[03:13.64]Good like burning wood[03:16.83]The wayward lad laid clean[03:23.69]To two thirsty girls from hornsea[03:28.78]who left a note when morning came[03:31.97][03:34.46]Girls from the pool say hi[03:40.84]The road erodes at five feet per year[03:44.77]along England's east coastline[03:46.76]Was this your first time?[03:53.21]Love is just a button we pressed[03:57.30]last night by the campfire[03:59.81]Oh, these three worn words[04:02.60]Oh, that we whisper like the rubbing hands[04:09.10]of tourists in Verona[04:13.49]I just want to love you in my own language