you say you don\'t know where you are
but i can see it all from here
you\'re caught in the middle of two worlds
as the old one drifts out of view
you say you dont know wherre you\'re going
but i know that that won\'t last
you\'ll be gone before i know it
so ill hold you while you\'re mine
you say too little
i talk too much
why don\'t we meet in the middle someday
you say too little
i talk too much
why don\'t we meet in the middle someday
you talk about her the way
i always wished someone would talk about me
but i\'m just not cut out for that kind
of adoration, of adoration
i know that there won\'t ever be
a place for you and me
but i can have my middle times
and the rest ill just sit and dream....
you say too little
i talk too much
why don\'t we meet in the middle someday
you say too little
i talk too much
why don\'t we meet in the middle someday
i know you\'re still in love with the last one
and the next will be along soon
but for now you\'re in the middle with me














Comments
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For once, there was an unknown land, full of strange flowers and subtle perfumes.
I'm imagining a pretty folky voice, an acoustic guitar, a small audience sitting round, humming along. Sung in a melancholic tone but with gentle and understanding heart, smiling despite the tears and the emptiness...
Quite beautiful.
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Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music.
--Angela Monet
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