Song | Anyway |
Artist | Genesis |
Album | Genesis 1970-1975 |
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 think 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 like the pull on the rope, let m off at the rainbow | |
I could have been exploded in space | |
Diffirent 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 door bell rings and it's | |
"Good morning, Rael | |
So sorry you had to wait | |
It won't be long, yeah! | |
She's very rarely late" |
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 think 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 like the pull on the rope, let m off at the rainbow | |
I could have been exploded in space | |
Diffirent 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 door bell rings and it' s | |
" Good morning, Rael | |
So sorry you had to wait | |
It won' t be long, yeah! | |
She' s very rarely late" |