D
There was a wayward lad
Stepped out one morning
D
The ground to be his bed
The sky his awning
D G
Neon, neon, neon
A D
A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field
G
Cows surround so you lean on, lean on
A D
So much your hugs become hold ons
D D2 D5
Oh these three worn words
Em
Oh oh-oh-oh that we whisper
A A/G F#m
Like the rubbing hands of tourists in Verona
I just want to love you in my own language
( D )
F#m E D
Well that smell of sex, good like burning wood
Bm A D
The wayward lad lay claim
F#m E D
To two thirsty girls from Hornsea
Bm A D
Who left a note when morning came
F#m E D
Girls from the pool say "Hi" (hi)
Bm A D
The road erodes at five feet per year along England's east coastline
F#m E D
Was this your first time?
Bm A D
Love is just a button we pressed last night by the campfire
D D2 D5
Oh these three worn words
Em
Oh oh-oh-oh that we whisper
A A/G F#m
Like the rubbing hands of tourists in Verona
I just want to love you in my own language
( D )
