We held the world in our arms

So, this has been one of my favourite songs for most of my adult life. Now, a week after the referendum, it’s taken on a whole new meaning.

It’s always been a bittersweet tale of forgotten dreams and lost aspirations, but listening to it in the context of post-ref Scotland it’s become an achingly poignant portrait of a generation’s lost hope. It’s spooky how well it fits, 12 years after release.