[00:00.00] 作曲 : Galahad/Stuart Nicholson
[00:16.44]It's getting late in the evening
[00:18.60]And the party is almost over
[00:19.86]A quarter to three, we are alcohol free
[00:27.99]And the music's faded away
[00:32.61]It's just you and me sinking further into the sofa
[00:40.26]Everybody's gone to say hello to the moon
[00:46.74]Drifting together into the realms
[00:49.62]Of another dimension
[00:53.94]Where nothing is ever
[00:56.01]Quite as it appears to be
[00:58.50]Always the unexpected
[00:59.04]Lurking, around every corner
[01:17.85]Now it seems we are standing on the middleground
[01:20.55]A no man's land, hearing unfamiliar sounds
[01:27.84]My vulnerability, it's scaring me
[01:40.98]I'm not so sure about this middleground
[01:42.75]Everything is calm
[01:54.66]The sounds have all disappeared
[02:00.30]Get back on the tracks you know
[02:02.52]There really is nothing to fear
[02:08.40]As long as we stay on the path that leads to ecstasy
[02:15.69]Comforting each other, and our minds will be free
[02:24.75]And now it seems we're caught up in the middleground
[02:26.16]A no man's land hearing unfamiliar sounds
[02:33.42]My sensibility, it's deserting me
[02:54.36]Not so sure about this middleground
[02:55.20]Now I feel trapped in the middleground
[02:56.40]It's plain to see, it's not easy
[03:08.49]When you're caught in the middleground
[03:09.36]Julius Caesar beware of the Ides
[03:15.39]They are coming to get you
[03:24.18]And the house on the hill, is feeling quite ill
[03:28.98]Too many spirits you know!
[03:34.26]Poor old Canute cannot hold back the sea
[03:41.13]Keeps getting confused between reality and fantasy...
[04:16.95]And now it seems we're leaving the middleground
[04:19.50]Rising above the chaos on which we're staring down
[04:26.31]Moving further into the distance
[04:37.65]Now we're flying away from the middleground
[04:41.19]Towards the morning and more familiar sounds
[05:05.28]Not so keen on this great divide
[05:05.94]Got to keep well clear of the middleground
[05:06.81]It's quarter to nine and time to rise, again