[01:39.19] There was a wayward lad [01:45.20] Stepped out one morning [01:50.20] [01:54.43] The ground to be his bed [02:00.06] The sky his awning [02:05.06] [02:09.36] Neon, neon, neon [02:15.39] A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field [02:22.39] [02:25.02] Can't surround so you lean on, lean on [02:30.88] So much your heart's become fond of this [02:38.78] Oh, these three worn words [02:41.56] Oh, let me whisper like the rubbing hands [02:48.33] Of tourists in Verona [02:52.13] I just want to love you in my own language [02:59.13] [03:11.24] Well, that smell of sex [03:13.37] Good like burning wood [03:16.95] The wayward lad laid clean [03:23.39] To two busty girls from Hornsea [03:29.58] Who left a note in black ink [03:35.33] Girls from above say "Hi" (hi) [03:41.16] The road erodes at five feet per year [03:45.00] Around England's east coastline [03:47.37] Was this your first time? [03:53.38] Love is just a button we press [03:57.11] Last night by the campfire [03:59.57] Oh, these three worn words [04:02.40] Oh, that we whisper like the rubbing hands [04:09.25] Of tourists in Verona [04:14.14] I just want to love you in my own language [04:20.75]