Postal Service(Such Great Heights)I am thinking it's a sign that the frecklesIn our eyes are mirror images and whenWe kiss they're perfectly alignedAnd I have to speculate that God himselfDid make us into corresponding shapes likePuzzle pieces from the clayAnd true, it may seem like a stretch, butIts thoughts like this that catch my troubledHead when you're away when I am missing you to deathWhen you are out there on the road forSeveral weeks of shows and when you scanThe radio, I hope this song will guide you home They will see us waving from such greatHeights, 'come down now,' they'll sayBut everything looks perfect from far away,'come down now,' but we'll stay... I tried my best to leave this all on yourMachine but the persistent beat it soundedThin upon listeningThat frankly will not fly. you will hearThe shrillest highs and lowest lows withThe windows down when this is guiding you home
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Postal Service(Such Great Heights)I am thinking it's a sign that the frecklesIn our eyes are mirror images and whenWe kiss they're perfectly alignedAnd I have to speculate that God himselfDid make us into corresponding shapes likePuzzle pieces from the clayAnd true, it may seem like a stretch, butIts thoughts like this that catch my troubledHead when you're away when I am missing you to deathWhen you are out there on the road forSeveral weeks of shows and when you scanThe radio, I hope this song will guide you home They will see us waving from such greatHeights, 'come down now,' they'll sayBut everything looks perfect from far away,'come down now,' but we'll stay... I tried my best to leave this all on yourMachine but the persistent beat it soundedThin upon listeningThat frankly will not fly. you will hearThe shrillest highs and lowest lows withThe windows down when this is guiding you home