urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:summer_breeze ___ending ___ending 2005-07-17T20:36:35Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:summer_breeze:457 2005-07-17T20:36:35Z 2005-07-17T20:36:35Z I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles<br />In our eyes are mirror images and when<br />We kiss they're perfectly aligned<br />And I have to speculate that God himself<br />Did make us into corresponding shapes like<br />Puzzle pieces from the clay<br />True, it may seem like a stretch, but<br />Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled<br />Head when you're away when I am missing you to death<br />When you are out there on the road for<br />Several weeks of shows and when you scan<br />The radio, I hope this song will guide you home<br /><br />They will see us waving from such great<br />Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say<br />But everything looks perfect from far away,<br />'come down now,' but we'll stay...<br /><br />I tried my best to leave this all on your<br />Machine but the persistent beat it sounded<br />Thin upon listening<br />That frankly will not fly. you will hear<br />The shrillest highs and lowest lows with<br />The windows down when this is guiding you home