Steadman sings, 'Oh you can't wait for/What I can give you/Know what I am/So you know how I live it/Try to look proud/But you're not in the slightest/It's happening now/But it's always been like this/Like this/I'm not whole/I'm not whole/Oh, you waste it all/But I'm not whole.' It's about not wanting to waste another second on what you've been wasting them on for as long as you can remember. You just cannot help but feel that there's so much out there still that needs to be embraced, to be grabbed and enjoyed. 'Always Like This' is a song that makes you want to shake the sand out of your shoes and collect up enough wood to take down to the beach for an all-night bonfire. Lead singer Jack Steadman asks a few times on 'How Can You Swallow So Much Sleep,' if it's late enough, if it's finally an agreeable time to wake someone up so that they can get along with their day instead of just squandering it beneath the sheets, even as the sun had - hours ago - burned off all of the dew. There are feelings of grave dealings and people sleeping their lives away, but there always seems to be another character shaking those things and people firmly by the shoulders, or throwing some ice water on them, to get them to snap out of whatever glazed state they're put themselves in.

There are definitely moments for the downtrodden on the songs from the Crouch End, London band's latest record, 'A Different Kind of Fix,' but there seems to be a feeling of uplifting possibility going around and it just might get caught if it keeps circulating. Can't you both just continue walking like this, right into whatever's left of the sun that you've been living through? You just feel like things might be turning around a bit.

It feels alright, with or without any words being exchanged. You've been in a different world for some time now and you're not even certain with whom you've been holding hands, but you're not breaking with them now. You've forgotten exactly how long you've been walking around in the sun, holding hands. They feel like they're cooking a little bit. A Bombay Bicycle Club song finishes and you look down at your arms.

Lights out song