Alt-J - 3ww

^D There was a wayward lad, stepped out one morning ^D The ground to be his bed, the sky his awning

^D Neon, neon, ne^Gon A blue ^Aneon lamp in a midnight country ^Dfield Cows surround so you lean on, lean ^Gon So ^Amuch your hugs become hold ons ^D

^DOh ^Dsus2these three ^D5worn words Oh oh-oh-oh, that we ^Emwhisper Like the rubbing ^Ahands of ^A/Gtourists in Ve^F#mrona ^N.C.I just want to love you in my ^Down language ^{D/C# D/B D/A G F#m Em}

^F#m Well that ^Esmell of sex, good^D like burning wood ^Bm The wayward ^Alad lay ^Dclaim ^F#m To two ^Ethirsty girls from ^DHornsea ^Bm Who left a ^Anote when morning ^Dcame

^F#mGirls from the pool say '^Ehi' (hi) ^D The ^Bmroad erodes at ^Afive feet per year^D along England's east coastline ^F#mWas this your first ^Etime? ^{D Bm}Love is just a ^Abutton we pressed^D last night by the campfire

^DOh ^Dsus2these three ^D5worn words Oh oh-oh-oh, that we ^Emwhisper Like the rubbing ^Ahands of ^A/Gtourists in Ve^F#mrona I just want to love you in^D my own langu^D/C#age ^{D/B D/A G F#m Em}