Death Cab For Cutie - Wheat Like Waves lyrics
[Death Cab For Cutie - Wheat Like Waves lyrics]
Wheat like waves
The Canadian plains were an ocean wide
Flowing to the sky with Prefab Sprout
Echoing out of your 90's Accord
With the mismatched doors
Away from the wives for just a few days
Traveling 'cross the divide
My delusions ablaze but a homesteader's life
At 45 was just a fleeting dream
There's no way I'd survive
The winters in Saskatchewan are so cold
You talked of your kid
How frightened you'd been when
She almost died with tears in your eyes
But I could not pretеnd
To comprehend the dеpths of that kind of love
As a childless man
And there's so little time
So many miles to drive
Before the endless sleep eventually arrives
But I never would've thought that
Life was so long that we'd be growing old
With stories untold
You were kindled by the
Dials on the dashboard
Your tattoos like the stamps
Upon your passport
Speeding like we thought we were escaping
From everything we feared that
We were breaking
By trying to hold them in our hands
You were kindled by the
Dials on the dashboard
Your tattoos like the stamps
Upon your passport
Speeding like we thought we were escaping
From everything we feared that
We were breaking
By trying to hold them in our hands
The Canadian plains were an ocean wide
Flowing to the sky with Prefab Sprout
Echoing out of your 90's Accord
With the mismatched doors
Away from the wives for just a few days
Traveling 'cross the divide
My delusions ablaze but a homesteader's life
At 45 was just a fleeting dream
There's no way I'd survive
The winters in Saskatchewan are so cold
You talked of your kid
How frightened you'd been when
She almost died with tears in your eyes
But I could not pretеnd
To comprehend the dеpths of that kind of love
As a childless man
And there's so little time
So many miles to drive
Before the endless sleep eventually arrives
But I never would've thought that
Life was so long that we'd be growing old
With stories untold
You were kindled by the
Dials on the dashboard
Your tattoos like the stamps
Upon your passport
Speeding like we thought we were escaping
From everything we feared that
We were breaking
By trying to hold them in our hands
You were kindled by the
Dials on the dashboard
Your tattoos like the stamps
Upon your passport
Speeding like we thought we were escaping
From everything we feared that
We were breaking
By trying to hold them in our hands