segunda-feira, fevereiro 14, 2005

The Postal Service

Such Great Heights

I am thinking it's a sign
that the freckles on 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 Its 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
That frankly will not fly.
you will hear the shrillest highs and lowest lows
with the windows down
when this is guiding you home

É assim, se esta não é uma grande letra, então... pá... leiam-na a ouvir a versão dos Iron and Wine. Só digo isto.

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