On the title track a wavering male voice emerges out of bell-ringing bliss to croon "I'm sorry I didn't wait around to say goodbye, I guess I didn't want to wait around to see you cry." The voice is slightly meandering, almost stumbling, as if the words are uncertain, and hard to get out. When this sentiment, simultaneously gentle and cowardly, gets latched onto a warm disco house beat, it turns into raver break-up music, perfect for Morrissey fans on MDMA.
The other two tunes here form a neat trifecta with "In My Arms," each a welcome variant on mixing the melancholic with the psychedelic. This kind of aesthetic interplay gives additional urgency to the record's more spaced-out sections, which become additionally cathartic, ecstatically overcoming the gravity of conflicted emotion, even if for just one blissed-out, weightless instant, when filtered pads surge forth and synth notes seem to echo into infinity. On "Those Lights are Lives," trance tones spiral over a haunting Rhodes chord progression, and I feel like I'm barreling into the unknown future in a first-class cabin.