I’m giving you a nightcall to tell you how I feel
I’m gonna drive you through the night, down the hills
I’m gonna tell you something you don’t want to hear
I’m gonna show you where it’s dumped, but have no fear
(London Grammar: Nightcall)

You know, you guessed it. It was strange. Eerie. Beautiful. I remember, you asking, and you knew what I said wasn’t it. That there’s something deeper. Something more sad. I thought about that. How you knew, how you felt it. I wish I could have told you. But I needed more time. I wanna go back. I wanna have more time. Take you where it’s dumped. All this sadness, all this pain.