Stepped out one morning
A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field
So much your heart’s become fond of this

Of tourists in Verona
The sky his awning
[Bridge: Ellie Rowsell]
There was a wayward lad
Oh, these three worn words
[Chorus: Joe Newman + Gus Unger-Hamilton]
Oh, these three worn words
The wayward lad laid claim
[Verse 2: Joe Newman]

Was this your first time?
[Verse 1: Gus Unger-Hamilton]
Last night by the campfire
[Instrumental Intro]
I just want to love you in my own language
The ground to be his bed
I just want to love you in my own language
Of tourists in Verona

Good like burning wood
[Chorus: Joe Newman + Ellie Rowsell]
Who left a note when morning came
Oh, let me whisper like the rubbing hands
Along England’s east coastline
[Verse 3: Joe Newman]

Love is just a button we pressed
Well, that smell of sex
To two thirsty girls from Hornsea

Neon, neon, neon
Can’t surround so you lean on, lean on
Oh, that we whisper like the rubbing hands
The road erodes at five feet per year

Girls from the pool say "Hi" (hi)