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 puzzles 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 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
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
My favourite song of the moment - not the version by The Postal Service but Iron & Wine's.
Had it on repeat on the way home from school yesterday and it was just...
I lean my head slowly to the side, reflect on the camellia on the moss
of the temple, reflect on a cup of tea, while outside the wind is rustling
the foliage, the forward rush of life is crystallised in a brilliant jewel
of a moment that knows neither plans nor future, human destiny is rescued
from the pale succession of days, glows with light at last and, surpassing
time, warms my tranquil heart.