Such Great Heights

Sam and I have decided on our first dance song: "Such Great Heights" by the Postal Service, cover by Iron & Wine.

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...