Weird Divide - the Shins

Several days a month you made

The mile to my house

And had me do a stroll with you

Far below a furry moon

Our purposes crossed

The weird divide

Between our kinds

(Ooh

Ooh

Ooh)

The silver leaves of ailing trees

Took flight as we passed

So long ago

But a short time I know

It pleases me this memory

Has swollen up with age

Even time can do

Good things to you

(Ooh

Ooh

Ah)