No, I'm afraid you're overstating your case there. Forget 4 a.m., in the cold light of day this is just some sub-par poetry and aneamic country shuffeling. Not terrible, but I can hardly find much depth either. It tells us nothing new about relationships or stages its subject in anything like an interesting or original way. Q magazine will love it along with all the other gutless bourgeois sensitive shite that gluts there pages.