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
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.
"Come down now," they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now," but we'll stay.
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