Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In The Cage, artist - Genesis. Date of issue: 17.11.1974
Song language: English
In The Cage |
| I got sunshine in my stomach |
| Like I just rocked my baby to sleep |
| I got sunshine in my stomach |
| But I can’t keep me from creeping sleep |
| Sleep, deep in the deep |
| Rockface moves to press my skin |
| White liquids turn sour within |
| Turn fast-turn sour |
| Turn sweat-turn sour |
| Must tell myself that I’m not here |
| I’m drowning in a liquid fear |
| Bottled in a strong compression |
| My distortion shows obsession |
| In the cave, get me out of this cave |
| If I keep self-control |
| I’ll be safe in my soul |
| And the childhood belief |
| Brings a moment’s relief |
| But my cynic soon returns |
| And the lifeboat burns |
| My spirit just never learns |
| Stalactites, stalagmites |
| Shut me in, lock me tight |
| Lips are dry, throat is dry |
| Feel like burning, stomach churning |
| I’m dressed up in a white costume |
| Padding out leftover room |
| Body stretching, feel the retching |
| In the cage, get me out of this cage |
| In the glare of a light |
| I see a strange kind of sight |
| Of cages joined to form a star |
| Each person can’t go very far |
| All tied to their things |
| They are netted by their strings |
| Free to flutter |
| In memories of their wasted wings |
| Outside the cage I see my brother John |
| He turns his head so slowly round |
| I cry out help, before he can be gone |
| And he looks at me without a sound |
| And I shout «John please help me!» |
| But he does not even want to try to speak |
| I’m helpless in my violent rage |
| And a silent tear of blood |
| Dribbles down his cheek |
| And I watch him turn again |
| And leave the cage |
| My little runaway |
| (Raindrops keep falling on my head |
| They keep falling on my…) |
| In a trap, feel a strap |
| Holding still, pinned for kill |
| Chances narrow that I’ll make it |
| In the cushioned straight jacket |
| Just like 22nd Street |
| When they got me by my neck and feet |
| Pressure’s building, can’t take more |
| My headaches charge, my earaches roar |
| In this pain, get me out of this pain |
| If I could change to liquid |
| I could fill the cracks up in the rock |
| But I know that I am solid |
| And I am my own bad luck |
| But outside John disappears |
| And my cage dissolves |
| And without any reason |
| My body revolves |
| Keep on turning |
| Keep on turning |
| Turning around |
| Just spinning around |