I miss you so much today!
Sundown in the Paris of the prairies
Wheat kings have all treasures buried
And all you hear are the rusty breezes
Pushing around the weathervane Jesus
Well, your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips, she drew the Hallelujah
You, you’re the magnet and I’m the metal
I am getting closer and making a plan
Simply thinking about it makes my heart race
There’s a dream he dreams where the high school’s dead and stark
It’s a museum and we’re all locked up in it after dark
The walls are lined all yellow, grey and sinister
Hung with pictures of our parents’ prime ministers
And it’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
I want to breathe in your neck slowly
Let me murmur things in your ear
So that you remember if you’re not with me
Wheat kings and pretty things
Let’s just see what tomorrow brings
Wheat kings and pretty things
Oh, that’s what tomorrow brings
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This is blend of Justin Beiber’s Despacito, Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah, and the Hip’s Wheat Kings. Thank God for Canadian content.
Go forth break bread: Where would be without spinach dip in a sourdough bread bowl and peach bellinis? Add some paprika for the love of God woman!
