Lyrics: Mountain Goats, The. Heights.

when the seashells crumbled in your hand

you looked up up at me

and the sand shifting underneath your feet

softened for you and incredibly the sun went through from the sky

and i was certain i was going to cry



but then you reached up and you reached out

we'd been staring at the water all day

and then you touched me you were golden

you were giving the game away



when the sand crabs ran across your face

you didn't even twitch

and a soft scent came across the water

impossibly rich

impossibly cold

we were just nineteen years old



but then you reached up and you reached out

we'd been staring at the water all day

and then you touched me you were golden

you were giving the game away