the postal service - "from such great heights"

i am thinking it's a sign
that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images
and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned
and i have to speculate
that god himself did make us into corresponding shapes
like puzzle pieces from the clay
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're 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 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
that frankly will not fly.
you will hear the shrillest highs and lowest lows
with the windows down
when this is guiding you home