This far in, it's reassuring to know that they haven't abandoned the allure of a simple pop song. Of course, this is Editors so it avoids the usual vacuous vanilla flavouring. Lyrically, it sounds like a celebration of the enduring fulfilment to be drawn from friendship, but also the curious comforts found in darkness. The proposition that you may feel sequestered, but there's always a companion to negate that loneliness...whether you like it or not. The ambiguity exists because we never learn if it's a good or bad thing. The cheery buoyancy of the music may be calculated misdirection from the tone of the words being sung, something they've done before (Smokers Outside the Hospital Doors). There seems to be a tension in Editors' music where they periodically and deliberately steer themselves towards the mainstream, only to rear back from the edge of full abandonment the closer they get. It's also unclear if this graceful sidestepping of the label "throwaway" is intentional. I wonder...