Take me back to a place
a time and a place where
the memories gather at their free will,
a corner of life where the writing on walls
were the lyrics to our favorite tunes.
Middle Lane came and went too soon.
We chardonnayed evenings
till three in the morning, Cassidy fillin' the air.
We'd sing till our voices gave way to the sun
and the sound of the rain in the square.
Halloween parties the middle of June,
cupcakes and coffee to stave off the gloom
of another rainy day, Middle Lane.
Ah, take me there,
need to breathe the air.
Yeah, Gemma and Josie
and me and Pelosi
would go see what troubles to find
selling laughs for their lagers and limes,
climbing the walls in her flip flops and curls,
rearranging her dreams into frame.
Oh, Middle Lane, are you still the same?
Middle Lane...
We sang till our voices gave way to the sun,
but the landlord never complained.
Oh, Middle Lane, are you still the same?
Take me back to a place down Muswell Hill.
Thanks :)