Stuart Murdoch is the least cynical songwriter alive, and God bless him for it. The latest in his line of deceptively simple melodies finds him love-struck by a girl in a garden ("You broke the heart of men and flowers and girls and trees"). The relationship blooms at a pick-up soccer game ("I saw you in the corner of my eye on the sidelines/ your dark mascara bids me do historical deeds"), endures a little pain and then a lot of pain ("So what went wrong/ It was a lie it crumbled apart") leaving Murdoch looking for another tulip-planting beauty to change his life.