I'm in the basement, you're in the sky. I'm in the basement baby, drop on by. PLACEBO, ENGLISH SUMMER RAIN "Aw, she's pure. She's just a very kind, pure person." They got me on record saying it, Charlie. If your shapes could sometimes turn to make you feel at ease, make you mine. THE AMAZING, PICTURE YOU We danced to this at our wedding. Whenever I hear it I remember the Bronsoning of Charlotte Riley and how it felt in the aftermath to be absolutely certain you would be my wife someday. This paper trail leads right back to you MAXIMO PARK, BOOKS FROM BOXES Whole body vibrating with limerence and urgency during my blink of an eye commute in Dublin, practically running down the five city blocks, where day after day I swear the only reason I work at all is to see you again. It's a long way to go before we can rest, but it's all for the best. THOM YORKE, ALL FOR THE BEST Hi my love. I think I'm gonna retire from acting next year. Write and direct and come home in time for dinner. I'm tired and my body's finished and I miss you all the time. If we are all just working with manipulation then all we have as audiences are those moments when we don't know who we are. And if we are like that, then tell me: who does your feeling? LOST GIRLS, DRIVE I'm somewhere away, on another continent, reading a book someone's recommended to me on acting, thinking about seeing and being seen. It's on a day I've felt unnervingly visible and by the end I'm knackered. Being apart from you, I feel lost, and something the book says about coming back to oneself makes me cry. Had I had a hundred fathers, had I been a king, how I would have gone? AUSTRA, HURT ME NOW We're laying in bed a week after Grenfell. You're telling me how the world would be if you ran it. What would change. I close my eyes and imagine and believe. I want it to be that way too. I would never wish this much on you when what you have might be enough. I would never want to drive that fast unless you're ready, willing, happy. Take me away from these simple feelings, I know there's places on the other sides of here. KITCHENS OF DISTINCTION, DRIVE THAT FAST You ask me what I've said about you to my mates and, as a truth concealed in a joke I say I've told them all you're my soulmate. You ask me if I really believe that. I've been dreaming about you for months, but this is before Louis, before anything, and every answer I can think of makes me look like a nutter. But something special happens then: I say important things to you, and you say them back to me. It's ages before our first real date, but it feels like we've made a promise. Every time we speak after that I'm invincible. (INSTRUMENTAL)TRENTEMOLLER, NOVEMBER It's a month before your birthday. I'm more in love with you than ever. I get a bit of shore leave from filming Venom and we spend three days in domestic bliss. In two months Ziggy will start preschool and you'll get your life back for a while. But this weekend he walked straight up to you and curled up in your lap and sleepily told you he loves you for the first time all on his own, and now he's gone for six hours a day I think you sometimes miss him having an accidental piss on the carpet. YOU GOT ME INTO THIS MESS, FOOLS RUSHING IN, AND YOU KNOW IT. ATOMS FOR PEACE, INGENUE You've landed a role in Tom Cruise's next film, and we celebrate the news in Barcelona. We'd been full steam ahead planning the wedding, projecting ourselves into the future. The new work makes us ecstatic but it's the third time we've had to push our own plans back and talking about it makes us confrontational and moody. We've spent our lives working toward these two things. We shouldn't have to choose between them. I'm scared we might never have the family life we talked about, and that our careers will hollow us out. You're scared you may never feel fulfilled without pursing every last lead. Why don't you answer? Don't treat me this way! FRIENDLY FIRES, WHY DON'T YOU ANSWER? It's opening night. When I land in London you've left two voicemails and a handful of text messages asking where I am, telling me you're feeling nervous, and doing your best to hide the panic I know has started taking hold of you. You don't know I've traveled across the ocean to be with you tonight, and I don't want to ruin the surprise, but every new message you send feels like a knife to the gut. When you see me you don't cry but of course I do, even when you've tackled me to the ground and called me a twat. If you touch me, well I just think I'll scream, cos it's been so long since someone challenged me and made me think about the way things are, made me think about the way they could be MY MORNING JACKET, TOUCH ME I'M GOING TO SCREAM 2 The first time we kiss – a real kiss, between Tommy and Charlotte, not a scripted one, not one where we're wearing costumes – it's more than a year since we first met. I've asked you to live with me, and I don't think you know it yet but I'm serious. We're talking about where you'll sleep, maybe in the bathtub, and so naturally, so effortlessly, our arms wrap around each other and our lips touch and it feels like completion. I'd never pretend after that not to be head over heels in love with you. You came home to me that night. We'd both been waiting forever.