Luyện nghe bài hát Flipside

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

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

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

I'm a coastline, a beach and spit Spurn Point and the rest of it
With the sea, the tide, the and foam, I'm the blasted land
The sand shifting, drifting out and back, breached, drowned
Defenses down, rebuilt from this day on or not
my moment's gone

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

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

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

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