[F]I am thinking it's a [Am]sign
that the freckles in our [Gm]eyes
are mirror images and [Bb]when we kiss
they're perfectly [F]Aligned.
And I have to speculat[Am]e that god
himself did [Bb]make us into corresponding
shapes, like puzzle pieces from the [F]clay.
And it may seem like a [Am]stretch, but it's
thoughts like this that [Bb]catch my troubled
head when you're away, when I am missing
you to [F]death. So when you're on the [Am]road,
for several weeks of [Gm]shows and when you
scan the rad[Bb]io I hope this song will guide you.
[F]They will see us waving from [C]such
great heights come [Bb]down now they'll [Am]say.
But [F]everything looks perfect from far away, [C]come
[Bb]down now, but [Am]we'll stay.
[F]I tried my best to [Am]leave this all on
your [Gm]machine, but the persistant beat it
[Bb]sounded thin upon listening.
And [F]that, frankly will not [Am]fly, you will
hear the shrillest [Gm]highs and the lowest lows
with the windows [Bb]down when this is [Bbm]guiding you home.