it's like waking from a summer slumber to discover that its spring
its like standing at the sidelines knowing that the world is missing
its like holding out for something better each time your chances pass and discovering what you get is the chance to come in last.

we never did remember, or quite know how, you and I
to savour every moment’s touch as our time passed us bywe thought the days would never end, we were so very surethat we did have- and always would- all the time in the world.

its like turning round and round on the self-same blameless spotit’s like walking home from a prodigal and realizing things have changed,beyond what we can recognise, beyond what we can tame.

On hindsight now it seems so clear it seems so clear that we were happy hereour little dramas, little fears, our myriad joys and tearsthe innocence of yet-knowing, the faithful child’s sweet dreams
it’s like thinking you can make a mark upon the world you’re in
it’s like being capable of everything and anything
it’s like the young fool’s careless capering as he goes a-wanderinga rose at hand, a hound at side and a ravine before him.
we didn’t know the truth then, we thought life went on foreverwe were blithe, blissfully ignorant, happily assuredwhat occupied our hearts and minds were studies, games and playcrushes, friends, betrayals and the toil of everyday.


It’s like entering those hallowed gates world-wearier and worn
It’s like looking at an old-new world with ideal’s shav’d and shornit’s like walking past the classrooms and remembering he who died And wondering if his memory ever left us deep inside.


There’s regret, yes, that we did not in those years treasure truethat it must take both loss and pain before we turn to you

That we only know what we have got when its lost beyond all care
And perhaps we too look back with too idealist an air

For the past is of course pristine, and of pleasure’s standard fare
But what troubles that had shaped us, tuned our hearts to what we areAnd if we had a choice again I’d pick the self-same path.



And it’s like knowing all the exact words to a song you’ve never heard
It’s like wearing brand-new canvas shoes with history paint’d and smeared
It’s like seeing every surface change that renders us estranged
And then feeling like we’ve just come home and


Nothing’s really changed.

sad . it all has to go ,
it's like a bloody 6 years.
you thought tns would last forever ,
and then reality sets in ,
BOOM ,
you are officially leaving .
it's sad that I took tns for granted .