I've been listening to this song a great deal this past week and when I do I think of a scene in The Year We Fell Down by Sarina Bowen:
"I was perfect," I said. "And I didn't even know."
"No," he whispered into my ear. "No, no. Perfect isn't real." I took a deep, shaky breath, and the feel of his strong arms around me began to feel steadying. "There's no more perfect, Callahan. Now there is only really damned good" (212).
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