L.O.L.A.
Summer's first swallow comes
Brought back the heat of the sun
Who could say the summer's begun
One of these days
Winterlong in the blackest sleep
Strung out in a numb so deep
Spirit is willing
But the flesh is weak
Who could say the summer's begun?
L.O.L.A you're still spinning on that wheel
(Still running up that hill)
Trying to cut yourself a better deal
(Still running up that hill)
Who would have thought you'd be the one
To make me feel this way
(Strangling rope got me by the throat)
(My knees go weak when you hold me close)
When you hold me close
Winterlong in the blackest sleep
Strung out in a numb so deep
The spirit is willing
But the flesh is weak
One of these days
Water rising in the great unfreeze
Dripped dry in a fitful breeze
Who could say their hands are clean these days?
Who could say the summer's begun?
L.O.L.A you're still spinning on that wheel?
(Still running up that hill)
Trying to cut yourself a better deal
(Still running up that hill)
Who would have thought you'd be the one
To make me feel this way
(Strangling rope got me by the throat)
(Lola say you're mine when I hold you close)
L.O.L.A you're still spinning on that wheel?
(Still running up that hill)
Trying to cut yourself a better deal
(Still running up that hill)
Who would have thought you'd be the one
To make me feel this way
(Strangling rope got me by the throat)
(Lola say you're mine when I hold you close)
(Strangling rope got me by the throat)
(Lola say you're mine when I hold you close)
(Strangling rope got me by the throat)
Brought back the heat of the sun
Who could say the summer's begun
One of these days
Winterlong in the blackest sleep
Strung out in a numb so deep
Spirit is willing
But the flesh is weak
Who could say the summer's begun?
L.O.L.A you're still spinning on that wheel
(Still running up that hill)
Trying to cut yourself a better deal
(Still running up that hill)
Who would have thought you'd be the one
To make me feel this way
(Strangling rope got me by the throat)
(My knees go weak when you hold me close)
When you hold me close
Winterlong in the blackest sleep
Strung out in a numb so deep
The spirit is willing
But the flesh is weak
One of these days
Water rising in the great unfreeze
Dripped dry in a fitful breeze
Who could say their hands are clean these days?
Who could say the summer's begun?
L.O.L.A you're still spinning on that wheel?
(Still running up that hill)
Trying to cut yourself a better deal
(Still running up that hill)
Who would have thought you'd be the one
To make me feel this way
(Strangling rope got me by the throat)
(Lola say you're mine when I hold you close)
L.O.L.A you're still spinning on that wheel?
(Still running up that hill)
Trying to cut yourself a better deal
(Still running up that hill)
Who would have thought you'd be the one
To make me feel this way
(Strangling rope got me by the throat)
(Lola say you're mine when I hold you close)
(Strangling rope got me by the throat)
(Lola say you're mine when I hold you close)
(Strangling rope got me by the throat)
Credits
Writer(s): Bernard Fanning, Nick Didia
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