No, I am a sad sort for vidding, but the conjunction of the happy, poppy tune and sweet vocals with the more grave subject matter, particularly these lyrics:

We are surrounded by all of the quiet sleepers inside the quiet earth
A fear that I cannot shape - you dared to kiss the face of the night

Our lips were cold as clay, we couldn't speak anyway


which combine ideas about each of their unique identities and their solitude from humanity, you dared to kiss the face of the night is George and it's Mitchell, too. we couldn't speak anyway is Annie.

*fails to be coherent*