Run my fingers

Through the age lines in the wood

I can rely on them

To tell the truth when you're not yourself

 

Now those are the kind of heart rendering lyrics I want to hear when I'm pounding up a hill on the way to work at 7am.

 

They really are, because combined with upbeat poppiness and a slightly staggering but persistent drumming they reassure you that yes shit happens and yes it's all fine.

 

I challenge you to not fall in love with The Pieces, or end up attempting to match Rebecca's vocals in Complete Surrender.