Songtext van de week

Such Great Heights – The Postal Service

I am thinking it’s a sign
That the freckles in our eyes are mirrored 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 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…

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


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