A mild-mannered indie pop song that opens ambitiously, with an Arcade Fire rumble, but fails to bloom. The song collapses on itself in an interesting way, at least, with fitful drums, the lamenting drone of strings and hopeless little glock twinkles clinging together sadly.
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