Lyrics like a tortured Gen-Y parody of Robert Foster: the Go-Betweens for the oncoming apocalypse. Yeah, they're as good as the Go-Betweens, but absolutely nothing like them. I wrote this line from May 31st in my book as it satisfied me: "I say that I think we need time apart but I sleep with your jumper beneath my nose. I want to push our bodies through one another. But it's just a feeling. Feelings come and go"