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
......
---== Bugs ==---