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

Pig in the middle

I mean a lot I mean a little

I mean a lot I mean a little