In The Cage 歌词
| 歌曲 | In The Cage |
| 歌手 | Genesis |
| 专辑 | Genesis Archive 1967–75 |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 lake of fear | |
| Bottled in a strong compression | |
| My distortion shows obsession | |
| In the cave | |
| Get me out of this cave! | |
| If I keep self-control | |
| I'll be safe in my soul | |
| And the childhood belief | |
| Brings a moments relief | |
| But my cynic soon returns | |
| And the lifeboat burns | |
| My spirit just never learns | |
| Stalactities, Stalagmites | |
| Shut me in, lock me tight | |
| Lips are dry, food is dry | |
| Feel like burning, stomach churning | |
| I'm dressed up in a white costume | |
| Padding out left-over room | |
| Body stretching, feel the wretching | |
| 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 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 | |
| In a trap, feel a strap | |
| Holding still, Pinned for kill | |
| Chances narrow that I'll make it | |
| In the cushioned straightjacket | |
| Just like 22nd street | |
| And they got me by their neck and feet | |
| Pressure's building, can't take more | |
| My headache's charge, my earache's roar | |
| in this pain | |
| Get me out of this pain! | |
| If I could turn to liquid | |
| I could fill the cracks up in the rock | |
| But I know that I am solid | |
| And I am my own bad luck | |
| Outside John disappears and my cage dissolves | |
| And 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 | |
| Down, down, down ... |
| 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 fastturn sour | |
| Turn sweatturn sour | |
| Must tell myself that I' m not here | |
| I' m drowning in a lake of fear | |
| Bottled in a strong compression | |
| My distortion shows obsession | |
| In the cave | |
| Get me out of this cave! | |
| If I keep selfcontrol | |
| I' ll be safe in my soul | |
| And the childhood belief | |
| Brings a moments relief | |
| But my cynic soon returns | |
| And the lifeboat burns | |
| My spirit just never learns | |
| Stalactities, Stalagmites | |
| Shut me in, lock me tight | |
| Lips are dry, food 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 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 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 | |
| In a trap, feel a strap | |
| Holding still, Pinned for kill | |
| Chances narrow that I' ll make it | |
| In the cushioned straightjacket | |
| Just like 22nd street | |
| And they got me by their neck and feet | |
| Pressure' s building, can' t take more | |
| My headache' s charge, my earache' s roar | |
| in this pain | |
| Get me out of this pain! | |
| If I could turn to liquid | |
| I could fill the cracks up in the rock | |
| But I know that I am solid | |
| And I am my own bad luck | |
| Outside John disappears and my cage dissolves | |
| And 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 | |
| Down, down, down ... |
| 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 fastturn sour | |
| Turn sweatturn sour | |
| Must tell myself that I' m not here | |
| I' m drowning in a lake of fear | |
| Bottled in a strong compression | |
| My distortion shows obsession | |
| In the cave | |
| Get me out of this cave! | |
| If I keep selfcontrol | |
| I' ll be safe in my soul | |
| And the childhood belief | |
| Brings a moments relief | |
| But my cynic soon returns | |
| And the lifeboat burns | |
| My spirit just never learns | |
| Stalactities, Stalagmites | |
| Shut me in, lock me tight | |
| Lips are dry, food 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 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 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 | |
| In a trap, feel a strap | |
| Holding still, Pinned for kill | |
| Chances narrow that I' ll make it | |
| In the cushioned straightjacket | |
| Just like 22nd street | |
| And they got me by their neck and feet | |
| Pressure' s building, can' t take more | |
| My headache' s charge, my earache' s roar | |
| in this pain | |
| Get me out of this pain! | |
| If I could turn to liquid | |
| I could fill the cracks up in the rock | |
| But I know that I am solid | |
| And I am my own bad luck | |
| Outside John disappears and my cage dissolves | |
| And 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 | |
| Down, down, down ... |
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