Sunday Best - Washington

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