och det blir bara bättre…

I’m 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.

And 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 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.
And that frankly will not fly. You will hear
the shrillest highs and lowest lows with
the windows down when this is guiding 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…

- Such great heights / The Postal Service    

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