just because.

"Such Great Heights" 

by The Postal Service

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 

it's 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

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...