3WW - Alt-J (三角乐队) There was a wayward lad Stepped out one morning The ground to be his bed The sky his awning 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 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 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 dawn came 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 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编辑于2021/03/22更新