Somewhere in the middle...
I met you in the middle of my story.
Fairly bruised and torn
We did not deserve each other.
The beatings we did not see coming
Are violently crawling on our souls
Making sure that we remain weak enough
To accommodate them for another day.
Who let go of whose hand is not sure
Now in the middle of our story we are forlorn
Like part and parcel of the Lord
We abide by the calling of the addiction
White on foil and lard on porcelain
This is what our dreams have come to
The passion fizzled in the air
Leaving ashes and silence behind
We left Faith in the doorstep of Temptation
Surrendered our Spirits to the Love of the Beast
And somewhere here, in the middle
We gave up on a Love surreal
I loved you once
And so did you
But now there's only pain
Adieu! Adieu! Adieu..
Oasis - Stop Crying Your Heart Out