Spring Haze
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 neer make it there, so all we do is circle it
Uh oh, let go, off on my way
Unseen this eternal wanting
Let go, way to go, so I get creamed
Waiting on Sunday to drown
Waiting on Sunay to drown
And I now it's just a Spring 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 my only wayout is to go so far in
Billowing out to somwhere, billowing out luna riviera
Waiting on Sunday to land, waiting on Sunday to drown
Why, does, it, always end up like this
Waiting on Sunday so I get creamed
Waiting for Sunday to drown