[00:00.00] 作曲 : Joe Newman/Gus Unger-Hamilton/Thom Green[00:03.34][Instrumental Intro][01:54.31][01:39.26]There was a wayward lad[01:45.32]Stepped out one morning[01:54.72]The ground to be his bed[02:00.26]The sky his awning[02:04.76][02:09.56]Neon, neon, neon[02:14.68]A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field[02:24.50]Cows surround so you lean on, lean on[02:30.67]So much your hugs become hold ons[02:35.89][02:38.82]Oh, these three worn words[02:41.75]Oh, that we whisper[02:45.09]Like the rubbing hands[02:47.60]Of tourists in Verona[02:52.30]I just want to love you in my own language[02:57.94][03:10.58]Well, that smell of ***[03:13.82]Good like burning wood[03:17.06]The wayward lad lay claim[03:22.91]To two thirsty girls from Hornsea[03:29.29]Who left a note when dawn came[03:34.51][03:35.66]Girls from the pool say "Hi" (hi)[03:41.20]The road erodes at five feet per year[03:44.65]Along England's east coastline[03:47.57]Was this your first time?[03:53.43]Love is just a button we pressed[03:56.98]Last night by the campfire[03:59.59][03:59.90]Oh, these three worn words[04:02.62]Oh, that we whisper[04:05.75]Like the rubbing hands[04:08.58]Of tourists in Verona[04:13.59]I just want to love you in my own language