Sunday (1994) - Devotion (Visualiser)

Listen to Devotion, out now: https://Sunday1994.lnk.to/Devotion Follow Sunday (1994)   / sunday1994forever     / thebandsunday1994   Video by Lee Newell Lyrics Chipped tooth in your smile, That you blame on your motorcycle, And the barmaid’s voice, Is as shrill as a dentist drill But I’m happy here in my sundress, And American accent, As the locals stare ‘cause I gotta mouth Like a millionaire I know there’s an ocean between us, But I wanna drown in you Last call, Closing time , You slur your words, And it sounds like heaven to me, So clear your last beer baby, High life, low-income, They don’t make them like you, Where I’m from, I’m sick and I’m a fool, I’m devoted to you My eyes gotta squint, Cause the gin, Tastes like petrol, As the bar choir sings, God save our gracious King You got a past that a preacher couldn’t fix, But you healed me better than Jesus Last call, Closing time , You slur your words, And it sounds like heaven to me, So clear your last beer baby, High life, low-income, They don’t make them like you, Where I’m from, I’m sick and I’m a fool, I’m devoted to you I knew you felt the same as I, When you put your pounding chest on mine, Tight grip around the bottle, And me Last call, Closing time , You slur your words, And it sounds like heaven to me, So clear your last beer baby, High life, low-income, They don’t make them like you, Where I’m from, I’m sick and I’m a fool, I’m devoted to you