Darius Danesh rides out the new lease of life offered by his recent album with this title track single. Not, as it may first appear, a slushy love ballad about his latest D-list celebrity squeeze, but in fact a quite moving account of his feelings whilst his father battled with cancer. Obviously, it's not free of cliché - the half-whispered opening vocals sound like something from a black and white aftershave ad, and the elevator percussion is pure Phil Collins. Nevertheless, Darius continues to rise steadily in our estimations (although seeing as he started at rock-bottom, that's not the greatest of praise).