Luyện nghe bài hát Flipside

London, summer 92 I I've changed a lot since then, do you?
Ideas that I'd for years, emotional baggage, hopes and fears
Seen somehow in a light, not as wrong, but not as right as they
before was I different then? Have I changed?
And I change again?

I'm thinking of a mental free-fall, a partial total memory recall like of
The future, what of the past, what of the present will
And say I did forget and revert to the old days, this hurt
Am I better off or in reverse, untaught by and therefore worse?

I mean a lot, I mean a
I mean a lot, I mean a

I'm like a coastline, a beach and Spurn Point and the rest of it
With the sea, the tide, the salt and foam, I'm the blasted
The sand shifting, drifting out and back, then breached,
Defenses down, from this day on or maybe not
Maybe my gone

I mean a lot, I mean a
I mean a lot, I a little

Am I the person I seemed to be? Does all of this depress me?
I won't listen, I talk a weightless life, I moonwalk
I a lot, I mean a little I'm supple, brittle, pig in the middle
There's resilience inside my face, but sometimes nothing space

What I feel what I fear is here my atmosphere
Pig in the

I mean a lot, I mean a
I a lot, I mean a little