Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

There are certain songs out there, they come with past episodes of your life, and every time they get played these scenes simply refuse to go away, no matter how long it has been and how little it seems to matter now. The precise corner where the stereo was placed, the silver sheen coming out of the full-length blue curtains, the beautiful floor-length windows overlooking that awesome street, the bathroom where you could only take candle-lit baths because both the light bulb sockets and the shower head malfunctioned, the chair where you always sat and puffed away on your cigarettes...I can even feel the cold temperature of that early Spring chill in that house without central heat. It's been a while now, but tonight I got a little emotional over your song. Not that it'd matter because I love what I'm having now and tomorrow I'll be fine again.