3WW lyrics
by Verydeadly
[Chorus]
Oh, these three wrong words
Oh, that we whisper
Like the rubbing hands
Of tourists in Verona
I just want to love you in my own language
[Verse 1]
There was a wayward lad
Stepped out one morning
The ground to be his bed
The sky his awning
[Verse 2]
Neon, neon, neon
A blue neon light in a midnight country field
Can't surround so you lean on, lean on
So much your hugs become hold ons
[Chorus]
Oh, these three wrong words
Oh, that we whisper
Like the rubbing hands
Of tourists in Verona
I just want to love you in my own language