Wheat Like Waves Songtext
von Death Cab for Cutie
Wheat Like Waves Songtext
Wheat like waves, the Canadian plains
Were an ocean wide, flowing to the sky
With Prefab Sprout echoing out
Of your ′90s 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 pretend to comprehend
The depths 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
Were an ocean wide, flowing to the sky
With Prefab Sprout echoing out
Of your ′90s 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 pretend to comprehend
The depths 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
Writer(s): Benjamin Gibbard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com