Letra da Música In The Cage Genesis

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 deepRockface moves to press my skin
White liquid 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 my 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 learnsStalactites, 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 the 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're netted by their strings
Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wingsOutside 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 out: 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 failing 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
They got me by my neck and feet
Pressures building, can't take more
My headaches charge, earaches roar
In this pain
Get me out of this painIf I could change to liquid
I could fill the cracks up in the rocks
I know that I am solid
And I am my own bad luck
Outside john disappears, my cage dissolves
Without any reason my body revolvesKeep on turning
Keep on turning
Turning around
Just spinning around(Round, round, round, round)

Composição: Mike Rutherford / Peter Gabriel / Phil Collins / Steve Hackett / Tony Banks.