The Hill- Bombay Bicycle Club

“And alright let’s go outside, and rise, rise, rise, to the meaning of life, I’m trying but we’re all falling out”

Incidentally I hear this as lets go outside, and ride, ride, ride to the meaning of life. I like my Freudian version better. Liking this band is like being in lust with someone, because sometimes I see and hear things that aren’t there which makes me love them more, but then I realize those things aren’t there, and I realize I don’t like this band, but only in specific song instances.