Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Genesis
Performer
Mike Rutherford
Bass Guitar
Bill Bruford
Drums
Phil Collins
Drums
Steve Hackett
Guitar
Tony Banks
Keyboards
Chester Thompson
Drums
Daryl Stuermer
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Rutherford
Songwriter
Peter Gabriel
Songwriter
Phil Collins
Songwriter
Steve Hackett
Songwriter
Tony Banks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Genesis
Producer
Mike Rutherford
Producer
Phil Collins
Producer
Steve Hackett
Producer
Tony Banks
Producer
Chris Blair
Mastering Engineer
Geoff Callingham
Mastering Engineer
Nick Davis
Mastering Engineer
David Hentschel
Engineer
Lyrics
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
Deep, deep in the deep
Rock face 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 this liquid fear
Bottled in a strong compression
My distortion shows obsession
In this cave, ohh
Get me out of this cave, oh, oh
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, just, just, just never learns
Stalactites, stalagmites
They lock me in, they held me tight
Lips are dry, throat is dry
Feel like burning, my stomach churning
Well I'm dressed up in a white costume
Padding out leftover room
Body stretching, feel the retching
In this cage, oh, oh
Get me out of this cage, oh, oh, ah
But 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
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
So 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 falling on my head
They keep falling on my
Raindrops keep falling on my head
They keep falling on my
Raindrops keep falling on my head
They keep falling on my
Raindrops keep falling on my head
They keep falling on my
In a trap, feel a strap
Pinned for kill, dressed for kill
Now chances narrow that I'll make it
In this cushioned straitjacket
Just like 22nd Street
When they got me by my neck and feet
Pressure's building, can't take more
Headaches charge, my earaches roar
In this pain, oh, oh, oh
Get me out of this pain, oh, oh, ah
But 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 this cage dissolves
And without any reason, my body revolves, whoop!
Keep on turning, keep on turning
Keep on turning, keep on turning
Turning, turning, turning, turning
Keep on turning around, round, round, round, round, round, round, round, round, round, round, round, round
Round, round, round, round
Round, round, round, round
Round, round, round, round
Round, ohh!
Somebody, somebody get me out of this cage
Oh, get me out of this cage
Oh, get me out of this cage
Written by: Mike Rutherford, Peter Gabriel, Phil Collins, Steve Hackett, Tony Banks