Today is Monday to me.
Guitars, beards, more beards, more guitars, rock, awesome rock, more beards, right for the occasion, this is Band of Horses.
I’m coming up only to hold you under
I’m coming up only to show you wrong
And to know you is hard we wonder
To know you all wrong we were
Really too late to call
So we wait for morning to wake you
That’s all we got
to know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, they were
At every occasion I’ll be ready for the funeral
Every occasion, once more, it’s called the funeral.