I am thinking it's a sign
that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images
they're perfectly aligned.
And I have to speculate
that God himself
Did make us into
like puzzle pieces from the clay
And 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 you to death
When you are out there on the road for
Several weeks of shows
and when you scan
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
answer machine but the persistent beat it sounded
Thin upon listening
And that frankly will not fly.
You will hear the shrillest highs and lowest lows with
The windows down when this song is guiding you home.
Monday, February 16, 2009
such great heights
I'm not sure why, but I am loving these lyrics lately.
Posted by April at 7:31 AM