Band Of Horses - For Annabelle

If I want to walk home with you?
Hearing every word,
Thinking it's true,
In a barren field for us to cut through,
On our victory lap,
Across, an old street cat
That turns to stop and see you...

A small stone somewhere in your shoe,
All day long, all day long, long...

The old folks wake up for the day,
Seeing the monsters that
Linger from the past,
And a great bird is flying away
From our family tree,
Something's wrong with me...

I've got a secret or two
Hiding somewhere but
It won't take long,
No, it won't take long...