Featured In
Top Songs By Genesis
Similar Songs
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Genesis
Performer
Mike Rutherford
Bass Guitar
Peter Gabriel
Vocals
Phil Collins
Drums
Steve Hackett
Guitar
Tony Banks
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Rutherford
Songwriter
Peter Gabriel
Songwriter
Phil Collins
Songwriter
Steve Hackett
Composer
Tony Banks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Genesis
Producer
Mike Rutherford
Producer
Peter Gabriel
Producer
Phil Collins
Producer
Steve Hackett
Producer
Tony Banks
Producer
Tony Cousins
Mastering Engineer
John Burns
Producer
Tom Mitchell
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nick Davis
Mixing Engineer
David Hutchins
Engineer
Tim Young
Mastering 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
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 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 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
In a trap, feel a strap
Holding still, pinned for kill
Chances narrow that I'll make it
In the cushioned straitjacket
Just like 22nd Street
They got me by my neck and feet
Pressure's building, can't take more
My headache charge, 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
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)
Written by: Mike Rutherford, Peter Gabriel, Phil Collins, Steve Hackett, Tony Banks