3WW

[Gus Unger-Hamilton:]

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

[Joe Newman:]

Neon, neon, neon
Blue neon lamp in a midnight country field
Cows 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, let me 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 clean
To two busty girls from Hornsea
Who left a note in black ink

[Ellie Rowsell:]

Girls from above 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 and Ellie Rowsell:]

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