*Postal Service*
                          *Such Great Heights*
                               *Give Up*



Capo 6. Maybe.


Intro: C C G G F F C G
                 
(C)I Am thinking its A (G)sign 
that the freckles in our (F)eyes are mirror images 
and (C)when we kiss they're (G)perfectly aligned 

and (C) I, have to specu-(G)late 
that god himself did (F)make us into corresponding 
(C)shapes like puzzle (G)pieces from the clay 

and (C)true, it may seem like a (G)stretch 
but it's thoughts like this that (F)catch my troubled head 
when you're a-(C)way, when I am (G)missing you to death 

(C)when you are out there on the (G)road 
for several weeks of (F)shows 
and when you scan the radio(C) 
I hope this (G)song will guide you home 

(C)they will see us waving from such(G) great heights 
come (F)down now, they'll (C)say  (G)
but (C)everything looks perfect from (G)far away 
come (F)down now 
but (C)we'll stay  (G)

(C)I tried my best to (G)leave 
this all on your (F)machine 
but the persistent beat, it
(C)sounded thin u-(G)pon listening 

and (C)that frankly, will not (G)fly 
you will hear the shrillest (F)highs
and lowest lows with the win-(C)dows down 
when this (G)is guiding you'ome 

(C)they will see us waving from such(G) great heights 
come (F)down now, they'll (C)say  (G)
but (C)everything looks perfect from (G)far away 
come (F)down now 
but (C)we'll stay (G)

(C)they will see us waving from such(G) great heights 
come (F)down now, they'll (C)say  (G)
but (C)everything looks perfect from (G)far away 
come (F)down now 
but (C)we'll stay (G)