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 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, 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?

Let go, 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

Waiting on Sunday

Waiting on Sunday to land

Uh-oh, so if I really get creamed

I’m waiting for Sunday to drown