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
Alturas
cuando las conchas marinas se desmoronaron en tu mano
me miraste hacia arriba
y la arena se desplazaba debajo de tus pies
se ablandó para ti e increíblemente el sol se filtró desde el cielo
y estaba seguro de que iba a llorar
pero luego te estiraste y te extendiste
habíamos estado mirando el agua todo el día
y luego me tocaste eras dorada
estabas revelando el juego
cuando los cangrejos de arena corrían por tu rostro
ni siquiera parpadeaste
y un suave aroma llegó a través del agua
increíblemente rico
increíblemente frío
solo teníamos diecinueve años
pero luego te estiraste y te extendiste
habíamos estado mirando el agua todo el día
y luego me tocaste eras dorada
estabas revelando el juego
Escrita por: The Mountain Goats