Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Peter Hammill
Oh, spit it out, there's no way we'll see eye to eye –
My simple truth is your warped confusion;
As off different planets we spin eccentric jive
I don't remember what I said
I don't think you do either
Slippery of tongue though you claim my speech may be
All of the words you've been putting in my mouth just flatter to deceive
I never said the half of that
You're utterly mistaken
Call that a conversation?
Yeah, you said it
All my meaning, quite misread it...
This conversation let's forget it now
I can't believe what you just said
Call this a conversation?
Let's call it quits
Let's just say it's
A measure of the distance between our worlds
I don't remember what I said
I don't think you do either;
You make what you will of meaning –
Call that a conversation?
More likely just the space between words
When the meanings have all changed