miércoles, 25 de enero de 2006

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

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
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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1 comentario:

Fernanda dijo...

:O
no sé cómo el año pasado llegué a tu blog, y por ahí me acordé, porque a mitad de año me seguía metiendo y no actualizabas nada.
pero cuando tenía otros blogs (yo)
:)