Lyrics L.O.L.A. - Bernard Fanning

L.O.L.A.

It’s summer’s first swallow calls
Brought back the heat of the sun
Who could say the summer’s begun
One of these days
We’re along in the back seat
Strung out in a numb so deep
Spirit is willing
The flesh is weak
Who could say the summer’s begun
L.O.L.A do you still spinning on that wheel?
(Still running up that hill)
Trying to catch yourself a better deal
(Still running up that hill)
Who’d ever thought you’d be the one
Making me feel this way
(Straining around in the back throne)
(He's going when you hold me close)
When you hold me close
When along in the blackest sleep
Strung out in a numb so deep
Spirit is willing
The flesh is weak
One of these days
What a rising in the great un-freeze
Drip drying in a fifth full breeze
Well who could say the hands are clean these days
Who could say the summer’s begun
L.O.L.A do you still spinning on that wheel?
(Still running up that hill)
Trying to catch yourself a better deal
(Still running up that hill)
Who’d ever thought you’d be the one
Making me feel this way
(Straining around in the back throne)
(He's going when you hold me close)
Oooh, when you hold me close
L.O.L.A do you still spinning on that wheel?
(Still running up that hill)
Trying to catch yourself a better deal
(Still running up that hill)
Who’d ever thought you’d be the one
Making me feel this way
(Straining around in the back throne)
(He's going when you hold me close)
(Straining around in the back throne)
(He's going when you hold me close)
(Straining around in the back throne)