im scared of swimming in the sea
dark shapes moving under me
every fear i swallow makes me small
inconsequential things occur
alarms are triggered
memories stir
its not the way it has to be
im afraid of what i do not know
i hate being undermined
im afraid i can be devil man
and im scared to be divine
dont mess with me my fuse is short
beneath this skin these fragments caught
when i allow it to be
theres no control over me
i have my fears
but they do not have me
walking through the undergrowth, to the house in the woods
the deeper I go, the darker it gets
i peer through the window
knock at the door
and the monster i was
so afraid of
lies curled up on the floor
is curled up on the floor just like a baby boy
i cry until i laugh
im afraid of being mothered
with my balls shut in the pen
im afraid of loving women
and im scared of loving men
flashbacks coming in every night
dont tell me everythings alright
when I allow it to be
it has no control over me
i own my fear
so it doesnt own me
walking through the undergrowth, to the house in the woods
the deeper i go, the darker it gets
i peer through the window
knock at the door
and the monster i was
so afraid of
lies curled up on the floor
is curled up on the floor just like a baby boy
i cry until i laugh
words by Peter Gabriel
published by real world music ltd
2002 peter gabriel ltd
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folded in your fleshy purse
i am floating once again
while the muted sounds are pumping rhythm
all the walls close in on me
pressures building wave on wave
til the water breaks and outside i go, oh
one dot, thats on or off, defines what is and what is not, one dot
two dot, a pair of eyes, a voice, a touch, complete surprise, two dot
growing up, growing up,
looking for a place to live
growing up, growing up
looking for a place to live
growing up, growing up,
looking for a place to live
my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
my ghost likes to travel so deep into your space
three dot, a trinity, a way to map the universe,
three dot
four dot, is what will make a square, a bed to build on, its all there,
four dot
my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
my ghost likes to travel so deep into your space
all the slow clouds pass us by
make the Empire State look high
as you take me in your sea-stained sweetness
it spills, it tingles and it stings
all the pleasure that it brings
til the door has let the outside inside here
well on the floor theres a long wooden table
on the table theres an open book
on the page theres a detailed drawing
and on the drawing is the name i took
my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown
my ghost likes to travel so deep into your space
growing up, growing up,
looking for a place to live
growing up, growing up
looking for a place to live
growing up, growing up,
looking for a place to live
growing up, growing up,
looking for a place to live
my ghost likes to travel
my ghost likes to travel
moving inside of your space
my ghost likes to travel
my ghost likes to travel
moving inside of your space
my ghost likes to travel
moving inside
my ghost likes to travel
moving inside of your space
my ghost likes to travel
moving inside
my ghost likes to travel
moving inside of your space
the breathing stops, i dont know when
in transition once again
such a struggle getting through these changes
and it all seems so absurd
to be flying like a bird
when i do not feel Ive really landed here
words by Peter Gabriel
published by real world music ltd
2002 peter gabriel ltd
international copyright secured no unauthorised copying permitted
lost my time lost my place in
sky blue
those two blue eyes light your face in
sky blue
i know how to fly, i know how to drown in
sky blue
warm wind blowing over the earth
sky blue
i sing through the land, the land sings through me
sky blue
reaching into the deepest shade of
sky blue
sky blue
so tired of all this travelling
so many miles away from home
i keep moving to be stable
free to wander, free to roam
train pulled out said my goodbyes
sky blue
back on the road alone with the sky
sky blue
theres a presence here no one denies
sky blue
sky blue
sky blue
so tired of all this travelling
so many miles away from home
i keep moving to be stable
free to wander, free to roam
i can hear the same voice calling
crying out, from my heart
and that cry, what a cry
what a cry, its going to be
if i can stop to let it out, oh
words by Peter Gabriel
published by real world music ltd
2002 peter gabriel ltd
international copyright secured no unauthorised copying permitted
saw a group of people forming
round a figure lying down
and someone runs to make a phone call
and the man kneels on the ground
the man kneels on the ground
theres a tightening in my chest
i know that Im drawn in
oh god let it not be you
dont leave us
dont leave like this
dont leave me here again
im not quitting on you
no one else
youre not quitting on us
no running out
the colour in your shirt is darkening,
against the paleness of your skin
i remember how you held the goldfish
swimming around in a plastic bag
swimming around in a plastic bag
you held it up so high
in the bright lights of the fair
it slipped and fell
we looked everywhere
dont leave us (your eyes are bright, your blood is warm)
dont leave like this (your heart is strong, youre holding on)
dont leave me here again (i feel your pulse, i hold your hand)
im not quitting on you
theres no one else
youre not quitting on us
theres no way out
no way out
dont leave us
dont leave like this
dont leave me here again (i feel your pulse, i hold your hand)
im not quitting on you
theres no one else
youre not quitting on us
no running away no way out
words by Peter Gabriel
published by real world music ltd
2002 peter gabriel ltd
international copyright secured no unauthorised copying permitted
it was only one hour ago
it was all so different then
theres nothing yet has really sunk in
looks like it always did
this flesh and bone
its just the way that you would tied in
now theres no-one home
i grieve for you
you leave me
so hard to move on
still loving whats gone
they say life carries on
carries on and on and on and on
the news that truly shocks is the empty empty page
while the final rattle rocks its empty empty cage
and i cant handle this
i grieve for you
you leave me
let it out and move on
missing whats gone
they say life carries on
they say life carries on and on and on
life carries on
in the people i meet
in everyone thats out on the street
in all the dogs and cats
in the flies and rats
in the rot and the rust
in the ashes and the dust
life carries on and on and on and on
life carries on and on and on
its just the car that we ride in
a home we reside in
the face that we hide in
the way we are tied in
and life carries on and on and on and on
life carries on and on and on
did I dream this belief?
or did i believe this dream?
now i can find relief
i grieve
words by Peter Gabriel
published by real world music ltd
2002 peter gabriel ltd
international copyright secured no unauthorised copying permitted
lets go
one man at the window
one girl at the bar
saw that look of recognition
when they know just who you are
i seen you on the tv
i seen you on that show
you make the people crazy
and then you let them go
before the show we calm them
we sympathise, we care
and the hostile folk we keep apart
til the red light says on air
did you see our leather lovers
all tied up to the chair
did you catch those child molesters
no one else goes there
what a show, the barry williams show
what a show,
dysfunctional excess
is all it took for my success
the greater pain that they endure
the more you know the show will scored
its showtime
got the reputation of a surgeon
cos they cannot feel the cut
it looks so very simple
but it really is an art
they call our studio the hospital
making money from the sick
we let people be themselves
there is no other trick
my lover stole my girlfriend
i keep beating up my ex
i want to kill my neighbour
my daughters selling sex
my s/m lover hurt me
my girl became a man
i love my daughters rapist
my lifes gone down the pan
what a show, the barry williams show
the barry williams show
dysfunctional excess
is all it took for my success
and when the punches start to fly
the ratings always read so high
its showtime
that girl has got no scruples
not a wrinkle on her face
you would not believe the plot she conceived
so theyd let her take my place
well, no man is an island
no man is a sea
but this display of emotion
is all but drowning me
what a show, oh what a show
on my show, the barry williams show
its my show
what a show
dysfunctional excess
is all it took for my success
the best tv youve ever seen
where people say the things that they really mean
i hear my name, i hear them roar
for the one more time i take the floor
just one more barry williams show
were gonna take you where you want to go
its showtime
come on down
come on down
words by Peter Gabriel
published by real world music ltd
2002 peter gabriel ltd
international copyright secured no unauthorised copying permitted
the metal jangles as the key turns
unlock the door, wipe my feet clean
oh my head sounds like that
the oil is spitting in the saucepan
i squeeze this sponge and let the cat out
oh my head sounds like that
oh my head
oh oh oh
oh oh oh
the waters dripping in the hallway
the guy next door, he knocks his wall down
oh my head sounds like that
the knife it scrapes across the burnt brown toast
the freight train rumbles pass my window
oh my head sounds like that
oh my head
oh oh oh
oh oh oh
oh oh oh
around the axis we all spin
to determine whats left out and whats left in
whats left out and whats left in
whats left out and whats left in
whos left out and whos left in
whos left in
the moments come and go like water
i try to hold them but theyre fading
oh my head sounds like that
oh my head
oh oh oh
words by Peter Gabriel
published by real world music ltd
2002 peter gabriel ltd
international copyright secured no unauthorised copying permitted
words by Peter Gabriel
published by real world music ltd
2002 peter gabriel ltd
international copyright secured no unauthorised copying permitted
you know the way that things go
when what you fight for starts to fall
and in that fuzzy picture
he writing stands out on the wall
so clearly on the wall
send out the signals deep and loud
and in this place, can you reassure me
with a touch, a smile while the cradles burning
all the while the world is turning to noise
oh the more that its surrounding us
the more that it destroys
turn up the signal
wipe out the noise
send out the signals deep and loud
man im losing sound and sight
of all those who can tell me wrong from right
when all things beautiful and bright
sink in the night
yet theres still something in my heart
that can find a way
to make a start
to turn up the signal
wipe out the noise
wipe out the noise
wipe out the noise
you know thats it
you know thats it
receive and transmit
receive and transmit
receive and transmit
you know thats it
you know thats it
receive and transmit
you know thats it
you know thats it
receive and transmit
words by Peter Gabriel
published by real world music ltd
2002 peter gabriel ltd
international copyright secured no unauthorised copying permitted
moving down the fuselage
toward the open door
catch you looking down outside
to see what lies ahead
one by one
you watch them fall
fall through cloud
one by one
you watch them fall
no idea where theyre going
but down
where theyve gone
where theyve gone
watching as the sun goes down
i sit inside this plane
notice how the city lights
are like the nerves inside the brain
one by one
theyre going out
you watch them dim
one by one
you watch them fall
and wonder where theyre falling to
words by Peter Gabriel
published by real world music ltd
2002 peter gabriel ltd
international copyright secured no unauthorised copying permitted