David Rotheray's acoustic guitar starts things off for this number, which, for once, is a Beautiful South love song that ends up happily enough. Not perfectly, perhaps -- the setting for the lyrics is a fellow looking at his partner later on in life, wrapping up the chorus with the observation: "Take a good look at those crows' feet/Sitting on the prettiest eyes." Paul Heaton's lyrics feel notably less stretched here, perhaps because he's not trying to pile on the bile or otherwise make anything sting too much. He may acknowledge hate and failure at points, but doesn't set the song to wallow in it. The arrangement as a whole is one of the band's calmer ones -- no horns, soft strings only -- lending a fragile prettiness to the performance that's lovely. Straight up romantic emotion and devotion from the Beautiful South -- who would have thought it after "Song for Whoever" and "A Little Time"?