Therese Lithner's “Our Summer” is a song constructed from a series of snapshot images, flowing by the listener in a slow, hazy motion. The story of the summer is told in vivid tableaus, from “sitting here inside my mother’s house / wondering where all the cars have gone” to “leaves are falling on the coloured ground / like pieces of my stubborn mind”.

The carousel those images spin on is a ballad wrapped in crushing weight, a song that moves like a dense storm cloud, until the chorus opens up and the light falls onto the picture. “'Our Summer' is a dark, autumnal counterpoint to the lighter summer blues,” says Lithner. “It’s about love and a summer lost. Produced by the world’s best, Sibille Attar”.