Middlegound Lyrics
| Song | Middlegound |
| Artist | Galahad |
| Album | Sleepers - 20th Anniversary Re-Mastered Edition |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Stuart Robert Nicholson | |
| It's getting late in the evening | |
| And the party is almost over | |
| A quarter to three, we are alcohol free | |
| And the music's faded away | |
| It's just you and me sinking further into the sofa | |
| Everybody's gone to say hello to the moon | |
| Drifting together into the realms | |
| Of another dimension | |
| Where nothing is ever | |
| Quite as it appears to be | |
| Always the unexpected | |
| Lurking, around every corner | |
| Now it seems we are standing on the middleground | |
| A no man's land, hearing unfamiliar sounds | |
| My vulnerability, it's scaring me | |
| I'm not so sure about this middleground | |
| Everything is calm | |
| The sounds have all disappeared | |
| Get back on the tracks you know | |
| There really is nothing to fear | |
| As long as we stay on the path that leads to ecstasy | |
| Comforting each other, and our minds will be free | |
| And now it seems we're caught up in the middleground | |
| A no man's land hearing unfamiliar sounds | |
| My sensibility, it's deserting me | |
| Not so sure about this middleground | |
| Now I feel trapped in the middleground | |
| It's plain to see, it's not easy | |
| When you're caught in the middleground | |
| Julius Caesar beware of the Ides | |
| They are coming to get you | |
| And the house on the hill, is feeling quite ill | |
| Too many spirits you know! | |
| Poor old Canute cannot hold back the sea | |
| Keeps getting confused between reality and fantasy... | |
| And now it seems we're leaving the middleground | |
| Rising above the chaos on which we're staring down | |
| Moving further into the distance | |
| Now we're flying away from the middleground | |
| Towards the morning and more familiar sounds | |
| Not so keen on this great divide | |
| Got to keep well clear of the middleground | |
| It's quarter to nine and time to rise, again |
| zuo qu : Stuart Robert Nicholson | |
| It' s getting late in the evening | |
| And the party is almost over | |
| A quarter to three, we are alcohol free | |
| And the music' s faded away | |
| It' s just you and me sinking further into the sofa | |
| Everybody' s gone to say hello to the moon | |
| Drifting together into the realms | |
| Of another dimension | |
| Where nothing is ever | |
| Quite as it appears to be | |
| Always the unexpected | |
| Lurking, around every corner | |
| Now it seems we are standing on the middleground | |
| A no man' s land, hearing unfamiliar sounds | |
| My vulnerability, it' s scaring me | |
| I' m not so sure about this middleground | |
| Everything is calm | |
| The sounds have all disappeared | |
| Get back on the tracks you know | |
| There really is nothing to fear | |
| As long as we stay on the path that leads to ecstasy | |
| Comforting each other, and our minds will be free | |
| And now it seems we' re caught up in the middleground | |
| A no man' s land hearing unfamiliar sounds | |
| My sensibility, it' s deserting me | |
| Not so sure about this middleground | |
| Now I feel trapped in the middleground | |
| It' s plain to see, it' s not easy | |
| When you' re caught in the middleground | |
| Julius Caesar beware of the Ides | |
| They are coming to get you | |
| And the house on the hill, is feeling quite ill | |
| Too many spirits you know! | |
| Poor old Canute cannot hold back the sea | |
| Keeps getting confused between reality and fantasy... | |
| And now it seems we' re leaving the middleground | |
| Rising above the chaos on which we' re staring down | |
| Moving further into the distance | |
| Now we' re flying away from the middleground | |
| Towards the morning and more familiar sounds | |
| Not so keen on this great divide | |
| Got to keep well clear of the middleground | |
| It' s quarter to nine and time to rise, again |
| zuò qǔ : Stuart Robert Nicholson | |
| It' s getting late in the evening | |
| And the party is almost over | |
| A quarter to three, we are alcohol free | |
| And the music' s faded away | |
| It' s just you and me sinking further into the sofa | |
| Everybody' s gone to say hello to the moon | |
| Drifting together into the realms | |
| Of another dimension | |
| Where nothing is ever | |
| Quite as it appears to be | |
| Always the unexpected | |
| Lurking, around every corner | |
| Now it seems we are standing on the middleground | |
| A no man' s land, hearing unfamiliar sounds | |
| My vulnerability, it' s scaring me | |
| I' m not so sure about this middleground | |
| Everything is calm | |
| The sounds have all disappeared | |
| Get back on the tracks you know | |
| There really is nothing to fear | |
| As long as we stay on the path that leads to ecstasy | |
| Comforting each other, and our minds will be free | |
| And now it seems we' re caught up in the middleground | |
| A no man' s land hearing unfamiliar sounds | |
| My sensibility, it' s deserting me | |
| Not so sure about this middleground | |
| Now I feel trapped in the middleground | |
| It' s plain to see, it' s not easy | |
| When you' re caught in the middleground | |
| Julius Caesar beware of the Ides | |
| They are coming to get you | |
| And the house on the hill, is feeling quite ill | |
| Too many spirits you know! | |
| Poor old Canute cannot hold back the sea | |
| Keeps getting confused between reality and fantasy... | |
| And now it seems we' re leaving the middleground | |
| Rising above the chaos on which we' re staring down | |
| Moving further into the distance | |
| Now we' re flying away from the middleground | |
| Towards the morning and more familiar sounds | |
| Not so keen on this great divide | |
| Got to keep well clear of the middleground | |
| It' s quarter to nine and time to rise, again |
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