Like newenglandmike 's sister, I used this one in an arty way in a letter to an ex, full of unrequited love and angst. This is actually a good memory! Beautiful end to a stellar album, leaving me lying on my carpet, completely drained. Just saw the other day a live performance of this, and before he starts singing, Robert falls down on the stage. Roger shakes his head playfully and the other band members carry on like it's nothing. Then Robert gets up and starts in with some improvised lyrics, totally different than the published ones. This is the kind of magic that live shows can bring, and I personally was spellbound and delighting in the spontaneity. Funnily enough, a lot of the commenters on the site complained he was falling down drunk and totally unprofessional. Shame on them!