*shudders
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
True, it may seem like a stretch
but it’s thoughts like these 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
- The Postal Service
Source
P.S. I have no idea who this guy is, but it's damn funny!
You're gonna have to give me a minute to get hard, I just got laid by some chick.
