Nos van a pedir que bajemos pero nos vamos a quedar ahí arriba

I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes
are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned
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 and 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.

"Such great heights", The Postal Service.