Lay Your Hands On Me
(专辑: Peter Gabriel 4: Security - 1982)
Sat in the
corner of the
Garden Grill, with plastic flowers on the
window sil No more miracles, loaves and fishes, been so busy with the
washing of the
dishes Reaction level's much too high I
can do without the
stimuli I'm living way beyond my ways and means, living in the
zone of the
inbetweens I
can see the
flashes on the
frozen ocean, static charge of the
cold emotion Watched on by the
distant eyes watched on by the
silent hidden spies But still the
warmth flows through me And I
sense you know me well No luck, no golden chances No mitigating circumstances now It's only common sense There are no accidents around here I
am willing lay your hands on me I
am ready lay your hands on me I
believe lay your hands on me, over me Working in gardens, thornless roses, fat men play with their garden hoses Poolside laughter has a
cynical bite, sausage speared by the
cocktail satellite I
walk away from from light and sound, down stairways leading underground But still the
warmth flows through me And I
sense you know me well It's only common sense There are no accidents around here I
am willing lay your hands on me I
am ready lay your hands on me I
believe lay your hands on me, over me over me Lay your hands on me Lay your hands on me Lay your hands on me, over me