[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

作曲 : Joe Newman/Gus Unger-Hamilton/Thom Green
There was a wayward lad
Stepped out one morning
The ground to be his bed
The sky is awning
Neon, neon, neon
A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field
Can't surround so you lean on, lean on
So you lean on, lean on
So much your heart's become fond of this
Oh, these three worn words
Oh, that we whisper like the rubbing hands
of tourists in Verona
I just want to love you in my own language
Well, that smell of shit
Good like burning wood
The wayward lad laid clean
To two thirsty girls from hornsea
who left a note when morning came
Girls from the pool say hi
The road erodes at five feet per year
along England's east coastline
Was this your first time?
Love is just a button we pressed
last night by the campfire
Oh, these three worn words
Oh, that we whisper like the rubbing hands
of tourists in Verona
I just want to love you in my own language