Reflection of a familiar state. Images of succes. And the breeze of loneliness.
Simple things, part of them so deep involving many from us. And the manner to use them.
Not a story but, like many songs of sam Fender, portrait, profound faithful, of a state who has easy name , from spleen to melancholia , from insomnia thoughts to the feeling to be the last man on earth but not a real precise identity. A simple expression of a bucket of states of soul across the so long night.
Maybe, this is the basic virtue of sam fender music - to give the sign to a sort of certitude to viewer to not be alone. And, in this sense, this song just well works.