L.O.L.A. - Bernard Fanning

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)