Song | Such Great Heights |
Artist | Confide |
Album | Shout The Truth |
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 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 will 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 | |
(Come down now) | |
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 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 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 will 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 | |
Come down now | |
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 |