Ben supplied the language. You supplied the life.

I've been going back through old Lord Huron tonight, and that thought hit me hard.
Ben wrote these songs without knowing where they'd eventually land. He couldn't know which song would become attached to someone we lost, an old love, a mistake we still think about, or a version of ourselves that doesn't exist anymore.
He gave us the words for longing, regret, ghosts, roads not taken, and lives that might have been.
Then we filled them with names.
For me, there are LH songs I can't hear anymore without a very specific person or period of my life appearing immediately.
So I'm curious:
What's the Lord Huron song that became part of your life? Who—or what—lives inside it for you now?
No need to give the whole story unless you want to. But I'd love to know