Iron & Wine, The Postal Service - Such Great Heights (Album)
Song lyrics
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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Thomas County Law
Iron & Wine
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Summer Clouds
Iron & Wine
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Song in Stone
Iron & Wine
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Claim Your Ghost
Iron & Wine
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Call It Dreaming
Iron & Wine
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Our Light Miles
Iron & Wine
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The Truest Stars We Know
Iron & Wine
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We Will Become Silhouettes
The Shins, Postal Service
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Right for Sky
Iron & Wine
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Last Night
Iron & Wine
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There's Never Enough Time
Postal Service
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Such Great Heights
Postal Service
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Dark Eyes
Calexico, Iron And Wine & Calexico
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About a Bruise
Iron & Wine
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Bitter Truth
Iron & Wine
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