Flipside

London, summer 92

I think Ive changed a lot since then, Do you

Ideas that Id held for years

Emotional baggage, hopes and fears

Seen somehow in a different light, not as wrong

But not as right as they seemed before

Was I different then

Have I changed

And will I change again

Im thinking of a mental free-fall

A partial total memory recall like what of the future

What of the past, what of the present will last

And say I did forget and revert to the old days, forget this hurt

Am I better off or in reverse

Untaught by experience and therefore worse

I mean a lot, I mean a little

I mean a lot, I mean a little

Im like a coastline, a beach and spit

Spurn Point and the rest of it

The sea, the tide, the salt and foam

Im the blasted land

The sand shifting, drifting out and back

Then breached drowned, defenses down

Rebuilt from this day on

Or maybe not, maybe my moments gone

I mean a lot, I mean a little

I mean a lot, I mean a little

Am I the same person I seemed to be

Does all of this depress me

I wont listen, I wont talk

A weightless life, I moonwalk

I mean a lot, I mean a little

Im supple, brittle, pig in the middle

Theres resilience inside my face

But sometimes nothing

Deep space

What I feel and what I fear

Is always here my atmosphere

Pig in the middle

I mean a lot, I mean a little

I mean a lot, I mean a little

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