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've 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'll 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
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Terranaut
Wow, EMHOLCOMB, you should be writing screenplays!
EMHOLCOMB
I listened to this song alot when my uncle used to take me to the shed, real loud so he wouldn't have to go back to jail again, he said. He would sing, "if you lay there, if you'd just lay still, I'd finish faster and get you some icecream." I think maybe Snow Patrol had to have sex with a relative when they were young. One time when uncle was finished and took the burlap rag out of my mouth so I could wipe off, I stuck a screwdriver in his gut and buried him behind the shed, and now an occasional warm trickle of urine sprayed onto his shallow, dirt-filled hole where worms and beetles seek vengance for innocence lost is the closest he comes to touching my bathing suit parts.