Sunday, August 13, 2006
...they will see us waving from such great heights...
Ms Penny Lane Petersen-Schlegelmilch's new hobby. Climing to to the highest points in my new apartment.
On another note one of my favorite songs lyrics...thanks Postal Service and Iron and Wine.
I always imagine me and Mr Joel in a hot air balloon waving from above and then we steal a kiss.
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
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