In The Cage

Album: The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway (1974)
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  • 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 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 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 wrenching

    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 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 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 away and leave the cage
    My little runaway

    (Raindrops keep failing on my head, they keep falling on my)
    (Raindrops keep failing on my head, they keep falling on my)
    (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, ear aches roar
    In this pain
    Get me out of this pain

    If 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, and my cage dissolves
    Without any reason my body revolves

    Keep on turning
    Keep on turning
    Keep on turning
    Keep on turning
    Keep on turning
    Turning around
    Just spinning around

    (Round, round, round, round) Writer/s: Anthony Banks, Michael Rutherford, Peter Gabriel, Phil Collins, Steve Hackett
    Publisher: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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  • Karol from Pori, FinlandEnding of this track is very "Eno". Brian Eno is credited on the album with "Enossification"
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