Bon Iver - I Can't Make You Love Me/Nick of Time

Facebook Autumn Perspective Now, moving in, cartons on the floor, the radio playing to bare walls, picture hooks left stranded... in the unsoiled squares where paintings were, and something reminding us this is like all other moving days; finding the dirty ends of someone elses life, hair fallen in the sink, a peach pit, and burned-out matches in the corner; things not preserved, yet never swept away like fragments of disturbing dreams we stumble on all day . . . in ordering our lives, we will discard them, scrub clean the floorboards of this our home lest refuse from the lives we did not lead become, in some strange, frightening way, our own. And we have plans that will not tolerate our fears--a year laid out like rooms in a new house--the dusty wine glasses rinsed off, the vases filled, and bookshelves sagging with heavy winter books.