Alt-j 3ww Lyrics

There was a wayward lad
Stepped out one morning
The ground to be his bed

The sky his awning

Neon, neon, neon
A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field

Can't surround so you lean on, lean on
So much your heart's become fond of this

Oh, these three worn words
Oh, let me whisper like the rubbing hands
Of tourists in Verona
I just want to love you in my own language

Well, that smell of sex
Good like burning wood The wayward lad laid clean
To two busty girls from Hornsea
Who left a note in black ink

Girls from above say "Hi" (hi)
The road erodes at five feet per year
Around England's east coastline
Was this your first time?
Love is just a button we press
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