Low: “In Metal”

I don’t think there’s been a finer, more poignant song about being the parent of a small child.

Filling holes with tiny sounds
Shining from the inside out
Picture of you where it began
In metal
In metal

Partly hate to see you grow
And just like your baby shoes
Wish I could keep your little body
In metal
In metal
In metal
In metal
In metal
In metal

(Click here to hear the original album version of this song, from Low’s 2001 album Things We Lost in the Fire. So good.)