Lyrics:

Well I know it's just a spring haze
but I don't much like the look of it
and if omens are a godsend 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 waiting on, waiting on sunday
waiting on sunday to land
uh oh so if I really get creamed
waiting for sunday to drown

well 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
uh oh way to go
so I get creamed
waiting for sunday to drown
waiting for 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 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
so I get creamed
waiting for sunday to land
waiting on sunday waiting on sunday to land
uh oh so if I really get creamed
waiting for sunday to drown