The song was titled after a line from Philip Larkin's poem 'Sad Steps' (He's one of Jonny's favourite poets):
Groping back to bed after a piss
I part thick curtains, and am startled by
The rapid clouds, the moon's cleanliness.
Four o'clock: wedge-shadowed gardens lie
Under a cavernous, a wind-picked sky.
There's something laughable about this,
The was the moon dashes through clouds that blow
Loosely as cannon-smoke to stand apart
(Stone-coloured lights sharpening the roofs below)
High and preposterous and separate -
Lozenge of love! Medallion of art!
O wolves of memory! Immensements! No,
One shiver slightly, looking up there.
The hardness and the brightness and the plain
Far-reaching singleness of that wide stare
Is a reminder of the strength and pain
Of being young; that it can't come again,
But is for other undiminished somewhere.