Well I know it's just a spring haze
But I don't much like the look of it
And if omens are a god send like men
Breezing in
Certain these clouds go somewhere
Billowing out to somewhere
In a single engine cessna
You say we'll never make it there
So all we do is circle it
Uh oh, let go, off on my way
Unseen this eternal wanting
Let got, way to go so I get creamed
Waiting on Sunday to drown
Waiting on Sunday to drown
And I know it's just a sring haze
But I don't much like the look of it
But all we do is circle it
And I found out where my edge is
And it bleeds into where you resist
And muy only way out is to go
So far in
Billowing out to somewhere
Billowing out luna riviera
Waiting on Sunday to drown
Why. does. it. always end up like this
Waiting on Sunday so I get creamed
Wainting for Sunday to drown