[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse 1: Gus Unger-Hamilton]

There was a wayward lad

Stepped out one morning

The ground to be his bed

The sky his awning

[Verse 2: Joe Newman]

Neon, neon, neon

A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field

Cows surround so you lean on, lean on

So much your hugs become hold ons

[Chorus: 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

[Verse 3: Joe Newman]

Well, that smell of sex

Good like burning wood

The wayward lad lay claim

To two thirsty girls from Hornsea

Who left a note when morning came:

[Bridge: 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 camp fire"

[Chorus: Joe Newman + Ellie Rowsell]

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