Guy Garvey is my favorite lyricist, and this song contains many great lines, but the last stanza gets me every time...
But there isn't words yet, for the comfort I get,
From the gentle lunette at the top of the nape of the neck that I wake to
And where are the words for the leap in my chest
When mischief appears either side of the scar on your nose
Made by a rose thorn,
So you claim, by a rose thorn