When I heard you, I could have sworn
That God was panting down
When I heard you, I could have sworn
That God was panting down at the bottom of the stairs
He said, "There's something that I need to tell you,
Something I need to tell you now that I've
Found you in this gift shop garbage can.
I never thought you'd be here this long."

We'd hop into the giraffe's spilled milk in our living room
And from a little cavern formed a merry yellow tavern
Watch the weekends collapse

While all along we could have just simmered in the sauce pan
So that we could push the skin at our words
Yes, we'd pull at them like some stupid thing

The last I heard, the last I heard around the corner
The last I heard, the last I heard, I was yelling
Be three years old, I dare you!
Let's call out this faulted pretty garment for what it is
Shouted all the names that we know
And hope that one of them lands correctly
On and on

When I heard you, I could have sworn
That God was panting down
When I heard you, I could have sworn
That God was panting down at the bottom of the stairs
He said, "There's something that I need to tell you,
Something I need to tell you now that I've
Found out if I ever really cared.
I never should have been here this long. I never should have."

All the kisses on the bleating horses
Biggest rooms in the smallest houses
And on and on, and on and on


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    Lyric CorrectionThese are the correct lyrics from the official booklet that came with the CD. I only edited them to make them reflect the repetitions and layout.

    When I heard you I could have
    sworn a dog was panting
    when I heard you I could have
    sworn a dog was panting
    down at the bottom of the stairs

    You said there's something that I need to tell you
    something I need to tell you
    when I first found you in this gift shop garbage can
    I never thought you would be this long
    I never thought
    we'd hack into the dried spilt milk in our living room
    and form a little cavern form a little
    yellow cavern and watch it weaken and collapse
    while all along we could have just
    simmered it in a sauce pan so that
    we could push the skin of our words
    Yes we'd paw at them like some sleeping thing

    The last I heard, the last I heard on the corner
    The last I heard, the last I heard I was yelling
    be three years old I dare you
    to call out this balled up gray garment for what it is
    and shout out all the names that we know
    and hope that one of them lands correctly
    on and on, on and on

    When I heard you I could have sworn a dog was panting
    when I heard you I could have sworn a dog was panting
    but there was almost no one there

    You said there's something I need to tell you, something I need to tell you
    I'm not sure if I ever really cared
    and that I never should have been here this long
    I never should have

    All our kisses resembled eating horses
    in the biggest rooms in the smallest houses
    on and on, and on and on
    All our kisses resembled eating horses
    in the biggest rooms in the smallest houses
    All our kisses resembled eating horses
    in the biggest rooms in the smallest houses
    All our kisses resembled eating horses
    in the biggest rooms in the smallest houses
    on and on, and on and on

    Be three years old I dare you
    to call out this balled up gray garment for what it is
    and shout out all the names that we know
    and hope that one of them lands correctly
    ancientvoiceson June 26, 2012   Link

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