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 were 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've 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.

by The Postal Service - cover by Samuel Beam (Iron & Wine).

Mt. Buffalo, VIC © Jennifer Phillips