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

(**) Let go Off on my way Unseen this eternal wanting Way to go

So I get creamed Waiting for Sunday to drown Way to go

Waiting on Sunday Waiting on Sunday to land  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

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 

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