Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In The Cage, artist - Genesis. Album song Archive #1 (1967-1975), in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 31.12.1997
Record label: Virgin
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 wretching |
| 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 any 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 |