Such Great Heights - Iron and Wine/ The Postal Service

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



And 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
ounded thin upon listening



And that
Frankly will not fly
You'll hear the shrillest highs
and lowest lows with the windows down
When this is guiding you home