Such great heights

I
am thinking it's a sign
that the freckles
in our eyes are mirror images
and when we kiss they're
perfectly aligned

And I
have to speculate
that God himself
did make us into
corresponding shapes like
puzzle pieces from the clay

True,
it may seem like a stretch,
but it's thoughts like this that
catch my troubled
head when you're away, when I am
missing you to death

When
you are out there on the road
for several weeks of shows
and when you scan
the radio, I hope this song
will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great
heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,' but we'll stay...

I
tried my best to leave
this all on your machine
but the persistent beat it sounded
thin upon listening

That
frankly will not fly
You will hear
the shrillest highs
and lowest lows with
the windows down when
this is guiding you home

//The Postal Service (fast jag föredrar Iron & Wine's version med hästlängder).

De första två verserna stämmer så overkligt bra. Finns det såhär bra människor på riktigt? I wish I'd known this before. Min pusselbit.