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
From the first word that I said to the last
Some strange echo remains
Imprinted in the walls
Recorded in the vaults
We talked and tunneled through
But the meanings have all changed
Because of all I said
You began to regard me as strange
Until with some relief
You suspended disbelief
I tried to tell the truth
But my meaning was all changed
I saved one final word
To pay off this long sentence in spades
But what I thought I said
Was patently misread
The spoken word
Is broken here
And in between the two of us
The meaning is all changed