Hayley Westenra - Wuthering Heights

Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my jealousy:

Magna-fi - Bradbury Heights

Lit the arena.
Filled it with cheers.
10.000 lighters, 20.000 ears.

The Postal Service - Such Great Heights

I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned