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

Uh oh

Way to go

So I get creamed

Waiting for Sunday to drown

Uh oh

Way to go

Waiting on Sunday Waiting on Sunday to land

Uh oh

Way to go

Waiting on Sunday

Waiting on sunday to drown



So I know it's just a spring haze

But I don't much like the look of it

And all we do is circle it

And I found out where my edge is

And it bleeds into where you resist

And my only way, way out is to go

So far in

Billowing out to somewhere

Billowing out

Luna riviera

Billowing out to Somewhere



Uh oh

Let go

Off on my way

Unseen this eternal wanting

Let go

So if I really get creamed

Waiting for Sunday to drown

Waiting on Sunday to drown



Why does it always end up like this

Why does it always end up like this

Why does it always end up like this



Uh oh

Off on my way

Unseen this eternal wanting

Let go

Way to go

So I get creamed

Waiting on Sunday to drown

Uh oh

Waiting on

Waiting on Sunday

Waiting on Sunday to land

Uh oh

Waiting on

Waiting on Sunday

Waiting on Sunday to drown

Waiting on Sunday to

Waiting

Waiting on Sunday Waiting on Sunday to land

Uh oh

So if I really get creamed

Waiting on Sunday to drown