Lyrics alt–J – 3WW
Text:
Gus Unger-Hamilton:
There was a wayward lad
Stepped out one morning
The ground to be his bed
Joe Newman:
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
Joe Newman + Gus Unger-Hamilton:
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
Joe Newman:
Well, that smell of sex
Good like burning wood
The wayward lad laid claim
To two thirsty girls from Hornsea
Who left a note when morning came
Ellie Rowsell:
Girls from the pool say «Hi» (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
Joe Newman + Ellie Rowsell:
Oh, that we whisper
Like the rubbing hands
Of tourists in Verona
I just want to love you in my own language
