Flipside

London, summer '92

I think I've changed a lot since then, do you?

Ideas that I'd 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?

I'm 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

I'm like a coastline, a beach and spit

Spurn Point and the rest of it

The sea, the tide, the salt and foam

I'm 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 moment's 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 won't listen, I won't talk

A weightless life, I moonwalk

I mean a lot, I mean a little

I'm supple, brittle, pig in the middle

There's resilience inside my face, but sometimes nothing

Deep space

What I feel and what I fear is always here my atmosphere

Piggy in the middle

I mean a lot, I mean a little

I mean a lot, I mean a little