I've always adored this song

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 this that catch my troubled head
When you're away and 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

- "Such Great Heights" by The Postal Service