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

N 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 go
Way to go
So I get creamed
Waiting on Sunday to drown
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 out
Is to go so far in
Billowing out to somewhere
Billowing out Luna Riviera

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 Sunday to drown

Waiting on Sunday to land
Waiting on Sunday to drown

Why does it always end up like this?

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 Sunday to drown

Waiting on Sunday
So I get creamed
Waiting for Sunday to drown