Maps & Atlases - Be Three Years Old lyrics

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 that I need to tell you When I first found you in this gift shop garbage can I never thought you would be here this long I never thought We would 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 would 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 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 that I need to tell you Something that I need to tell you I'm not sure if I ever really ever cared and That I never should have been here this long I never should have." All our kissing resembled eating horses in the biggest rooms in the smallest houses And on and on and on and on All our kissing resembled eating horses in the biggest rooms in the smallest houses All our kissing resembled eating horses in the biggest rooms in the smallest houses All our kissing 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