3WW

There was a wayward lad
一个任性的小伙子
Stepped out one morning
在清晨里出走
The ground to be his bed
大地为床
The sky is awning
碧空为被
Neon, neon, neon
霓虹灯
A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field
午夜时分 一抹幽蓝的霓虹光映照着乡村田野
Can't surround so you lean on, lean on
丝绒的蓝不能照遍大地
So you lean on, lean on
你只好斜倚着灯柱
So much your heart's become fond of this
因为你的眼睛早已被俘虏

Oh, these three worn words
哎呀 那三个无常的字眼儿啊
Oh, that we whisper like the rubbing hands
让我摩拳擦掌地在你耳畔私语
of tourists in Verona
像维罗纳的游人般
I just want to love you in my own language
我只想用我的方式对你说我爱你
Well, that smell of ***
闻 荷尔蒙的气息
Good like burning wood
好似燃烧的白木般香醇
The wayward lad laid clean
任性的小伙子呀丢弃纯净
To two thirsty girls from hornsea
愉悦于来自家里的铁锈女孩
who left a note when morning came
但留下字条说我要走了

Girls from the pool say hi
女孩在港口跟他问好
The road erodes at five feet per year
以至于爱的海岸线每每消退五尺
along England's east coastline
紧紧围绕着英格兰东海线
Was this your first time?
这是你第一次坠入爱河？
Love is just a button we pressed
爱与不爱全凭我们掌控
last night by the campfire
前一天晚上白木全燃烧了起来
Oh, these three worn words
那三个失常的字眼儿啊
Oh, that we whisper like the rubbing hands
让我们摩拳擦掌地在耳畔私语
of tourists in Verona
像维罗纳的游人般
I just want to love you in my own language
因为我只想用我的方式对你说我爱你