G D I am thinking it's a signAm That the freckles in our eyes Are mirror imagesC G And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned.G D And I have to speculateAm That God Himself did makeC Us into corresponding shapesG Like puzzle pieces from the clay.G D And true it may seem like a stretchAm But it's thoughts like this that catchC My troubled head when you're awayG And when I am missing you to death.G D And when you are out there on the roadAm For several weeks of showsC And when you scan the radioG I hope this song will guide you home. REFRÃOG D They will see us waving from such great heightsAm G "Come down now" they'll sayG D But everything looks perfect from far awayAm G "Come down now" but we'll stayG D I tried my best to leaveAm This all on your machineC But the persistent beatG It sounded thin upon the sending.G D And that frankly will not flyAm You'll hear the shrillest highsC And lowest lows with the windows downG And this is guiding you home.
Such Great Heights
Ben Gibbard
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