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