live at slane castle

dream of outer lands isn't what it seems anymore,
when you realise that space is the darkness made in the basement.
between you and me,
i would rather take the washing machine.

guess what subs said was right,
that all of us has changed,
into more extreme persons of ourselves.
and yet, we can still catch that trace of the kid still stenciled,
away somewhere that we can recognise from the edges of ourselves.

but we ain't hardcore,
nor are we softcore.

somewhere in the middle i guess.
but then.
we have always been the middlers stuck away.
between the two loaves of bread that we call airspace and highways.

extremeness is not the way.
the sauce is the solution.

don't ask me why.

when all the cards are down,
and everyone's a standing ovation.
we will come to realise that,
i can't live without you.


except that.
i already did.
ily. =)