I have absolutely no idea how we ended up writing this song. One minute David was plonking about on the keyboard, the next we had an epic slice of poignant pop. It really reminds me of Pet Shop Boys, not so much musically but in terms of mood: my favourite pop music has that “crying on the dancefloor” vibe, something PSB excel at, and I think this song managed to capture that kind of atmosphere.

I wrote this for my daughter, who’s still young enough to think I’m great. It’s me fumbling for sensible things to say, useful advice to give, and realising that I wasn’t going to do better than Kurt Vonnegut did in God Bless You, Mr Rosewater:

Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies – God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.

There aren’t any deliberate musical homages in this one, although I did channel Bono a little bit for the breakdown.