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 Waiting Waiting on Sunday Waiting on Sunday to land Uh oh So if I really get creamed waiting for Sunday to drown