Jun 13, 2003 14:06
I'm thinking it's a sign
That the freckles in our eyes are mirror images
And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned
I have to speculate
That God Himself did make us into corresponding shapes
Like puzzle pieces
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 your own for several weeks it shows
And when you scan your radio I hope this song will guide you
They will see us waiting 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 it sounded 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
And they will see us waiting from such great heights
Come down now, they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
Come down now, but we'll stay