Put down my thoughts
In a letter to the president
Never heard back: you think you know a guy
Wired my congrats to chuck and di sometime ago
all my love to the queen
My invitation was lost in the mail
But I know I was missed when they kissed neith the veil
I sent a nice gift: never got a note
But my closet are shrine to an old friend of mine
Here I talk all the time with a Prophet, Priest
I pull out boxes and brooms and I gush like a groom
For it's here I commune with a Prophet, Priest and King
Prophet, Priest and King
If I indeed am misperceived by some heads of state
Hey, that's great
Better yet I'm in touch with a much needed friend
Who hears my confessions and pardons my sin
But my closed are shrine to an old friend of mine
Here I talk all the time with a Prophet, Priest
I pull out boxes and brooms and I gush like a groom
For it's here I commune with a Prophet, Priest and King
Prophet, Priest and King
Prophet, Priest and King
Prophet, Priest and King
Prophet, Priest and King
Enviada por Thiago Santos Gouvêa