dance me to the end of love

Despite the bleak subtext, these are some wonderful lyrics.

Lots of men out on their bicycles today rather than spending time with their beloveds (unless of course they've got some weird fetish thing going on); I also went cycling (52 miles ... that's over a quarter of my total distance so far this year, shamefully enough) though my faith in humanity was restored watching a young couple sharing a bag of chips on Harwich quayside.