I am thinking it's a sign That the freckles in our eyes are mirror images And we kiss they're perfectly aligned I have to speculate That God himself did Us 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 you to death 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 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 persistent beat it sounded thin Upon listening And that frankly will not fly You will hear shrillest highs And lowest lows with windows down When this is guiding you home
They will see us waving from such great heights, \"Come down now\", they'll But everything looks perfect from far away \"Come down now\", but we'll stay...
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They will 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...