Sunday Best

Lyrics

We get sick when we get started What you got is what you wanted I sleep in a lake of navy I know how many times you played my song Thirty-one, thirty-one And the colour of my modern heart Broken smile, broken art I wonder how you ever made it Holy sh!t, you sure can turn it on Twenty-one, twenty-one, twenty-one Do ya, do ya, do ya know what's In my head when I'm below you? Do I, do I, do I know you? Do I, do I, do I make you hum? Everybody's got somebody that they're looking for Everybody's got somebody that they're looking for I want you to make a mess of me in all my Sunday best I'll get dressed and I'll get ready Hold it, hold it, hold it steady I will take the time to make it Just so you have the chance to break it We get sick when we get started What you got is what you wanted What you got is broken-hearted, broken-hearted I watch you when you wonder how you ever made it I start shaking when you shake it Holy sh!t, you sure can turn it on Ah, do ya, do ya, do ya know what's In my head when I'm below you? Do I, do I, do I know you? Do I, do I, do I make you hum? Everybody's got somebody that they're looking for Everybody's got somebody that they're looking for Everybody's got somebody that they're looking for Everybody's got somebody that they're looking for We get sick when we get started What you got is what you wanted What you wanted