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