Your face in these pictures looks like a poem
Your eyes lit up like a river stone
Your body so much like a blanket thrown
On a warm bed at night, like a house in a storm
Ignoring how Jollet completely screwed up that last line there (it should be “On a warm bed at night IN a house in a storm…” come on), and how it’s got a little whiny emo grease on it, the studio version of this song is just about as close as it gets to perfection. You don’t do tension better than that.