The timing and the rhythms on this song always blow my mind. Julian Casablanca's slurred, lazy voice drips of heartache and underneath him are these incredible layers of guitar and drums. Dense and slow and sloppy, but somehow still precise. This song is very urban. It is grime, and hopelessness and laziness, all at once. The best track on an amazing album, and proof that they deserved all the hype.

A beautiful but simple guitar ballad, with Jack White foregoing his usual vocal theatrics and screeching. This song utilized really beautiful viola, one of the only times the band ever used outside instruments for a song. The most polished, elegant and beautiful of any of the White Stripes' songs.

The White Stripes' longest song at seven minutes, this song is amazing.
Jack White tells you how it is, and his voice takes on a sexy, drawn-out drawl. "I may not be your third man, girl/But it's a fact that I'm your seventh son". Genius.

Dark,some what disturbing and beautiful.

One of the greatest songs about love.