I am thinking it's a sign That the freckles in our eyes are images And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned I have to speculate That God himself did make into corresponding shapes Like puzzle pieces from the clay
True, it may seem like a stretch But its thoughts like this that catch My troubled head when you're away When I am missing to death When you are out there on the road For several weeks of shows And you scan the radio I hope this song will guide you home
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 your machine But the beat it sounded thin Upon listening And that frankly will not fly You will hear the shrillest highs And lowest lows with the windows When this is guiding you home
They will see us waving from such great heights, \"Come down now\", they'll say everything looks perfect from far away \"Come down now\", but we'll stay...
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They will see us waving from such great heights, \"Come down now\", they'll say But everything looks perfect from far away \"Come down but we'll stay...