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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
Tom Mitchell
Assistant Mixing Engineer
John Burns
Producer
Tony Cousins
Mastering Engineer
Nick Davis
Mixing Engineer
David Hutchins
Engineer
Tim Young
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
All the pumping's nearly over for my sweetheart
This is the one for me
Time to meet the chef
Oh boy, the running man is out of death
Feel cold and old, it's getting hard to catch my breath
It's back to ash, "Now you've had your flash, boy"
The rocks, in time
Compress your blood to oil, your flesh to coal
Enrich the soil, not everybody's goal
Anyway, they say she comes on a pale horse
But I'm sure I hear a train
Oh boy, I don't even feel no pain
I guess I must be driving myself insane
Damn it all, does Earth plug a hole in Heaven
Or Heaven plug a hole in Earth?
How wonderful to be so profound
When everything you are is dying underground
I feel the pull on the rope, let me off at the rainbow
I could have been exploding in space
Different orbits for my bones
Not me, just quietly buried in stones
Keep the deadline open with my maker
See me stretch for God's elastic acre
The doorbell rings
And it's, "Good morning, Rael, so sorry you had to wait
It won't be long, yeah, she's very rarely late"
Written by: Mike Rutherford, Peter Gabriel, Phil Collins, Steve Hackett, Tony Banks