Beautiful world

Before finishing off Wells Tower's article on the Burning Man excursion he had with his father, I was in bed with my wife and son, lulling ourselves to sleep with Coldplay's Don't Panic, telling my wife I don't really understand most of the lyrics (she said: it's British, and the chorus goes We Live in a Beautiful World, Yeah we do, Yeah we do, to which I quipped: oh, thought it was ... Everytime, everytime) but felt that it's a beautiful song to play in a summer night, tucked in bed with your wife and son, just that peace and comfort of home and life and the certainty of twelve midnight.