Spring Haze - Tori Amos
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 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 drown
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Waiting
Waiting on Sunday Waiting on Sunday to land
Uh oh So if I really get creamed
waiting for Sunday to drown