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

 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

 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...
 

The Postal Service - Such Great Heights

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