

Then the snow started falling, and we were stuck out in your car.
You were rubbing both my hands, chewing on a candy bar.
And you said ain't this just like the present, to be showing up like this.
There's a moon waning crescent, and we started to kiss.
-- Blood Bank, Bon Iver.

There's a limit to your love // Like a waterfall in slow motion // Like a map with no ocean
- Limit to Your Love, Feist (James Blake)