Alt-j – 3Ww chords

[Verse 1]
D  NC.   There was a wayward lad, stepped out one morning
D  N.C.   The ground to be his bed, the sky his awning


[Verse 2]
D               G  Neon, neon, neon
       A                               DA blue neon lamp in a midnight country field
                                   GCows surround so you lean on, lean on
   A                              DSo much your hugs become hold ons


[Chorus 1]
D  Dsus2       D5Oh these three worn words
                     Em                        Oh oh-oh-oh, that we whisper 
                 A        A/G           F#mLike the rubbing hands of tourists in Verona
N.C.                         (Riff-1) 
I just want to love you in my own language

(Riff-1)     D            D/C#         D/B        D/A       G         F#m       Em    D |------------------------------------------------------------------------|A |------------------------------------------------------------------------|F#|------------------------------------------------------------------------|D |---------12-----------12----------12---------7---------5---------4------|A |------------------------------------------------------------------------|D |--12--------12-11--------11-9--------9-7-------7-5-------5-4-------4-2--|


[Verse 3]
F#m           E                 D    Well that smell of sex, good like burning wood
Bm              A       D    The wayward lad lay claim
F#m        E                  D    To two thirsty girls from Hornsea
Bm             A                 D    Who left a note when morning came


[Bridge]
F#m                      E        DGirls from the pool say 'hi' (hi)
    Bm             A                 DThe road erodes at five feet per year along England's east coastline
F#m                 E     DWas this your first time?
Bm             A                DLove is just a button we pressed last night by the campfire


[Chorus 2]
D  Dsus2       D5Oh these three worn words
                     Em                        Oh oh-oh-oh, that we whisper 
                 A        A/G           F#mLike the rubbing hands of tourists in Verona
NC.                         (Riff-1) 
I just want to love you in my own language