This depicts suburbia as many live it, but not as anyone has heard it. The Suburbs is an intimate portrayal of not just sameness and shopping malls, but also the nostalgia and jadedness that comes with it all. It opens with a deceptively jovial beat... then things get morbidly epic. As they "drive through the sprawl," guitars, strings and synths gather and tumble, then sway sinisterly, like an empty swing in the wind, before dissipating into laser bleeps and ABBA beats. Win Butler then makes his final admission: "If I could have it back/ All the time that we wasted/ I'd only waste it again."