I’ve just realised, with a pang of disappointment, that Lana Del Ray (Wool of the King) is singing “Every time I close my eyes, it’s like a dark paradise”.

Previously, I’d always heard it as “dog paradise”. It seemed an odd affliction to mention in a song, when all her others are about disillusioned American kids sexing each other to death in cars, but one that helped to explain her state of mind.

Imagine, I thought, every single time Lana Del Ray closes her eyes she sees a world crammed full of balls, sticks, squeaky rubber things, open car windows and tummy tickling. That might be charming the first time it happened, but if it was a permanent thing then it would definitely make you want to get into a burning car with a man who has all-over body tattoos, no shirt and a rifle.

But no, it’s just a dark paradise she sees, like the rest of us.