Song | Growing Up |
Artist | Peter Gabriel |
Album | Up |
Folded in your fleshy purse | |
I am floating once again | |
While the muted sounds are pumping rhythm | |
All the walls close in on me | |
Pressure's building wave on wave'til the water breaks – and outside | |
I go, ohOne dot, that's on or off, defines what is and what is not, one dot | |
Two dot, a pair of eyes, a voice, a touch, complete surprise, two dot | |
Growing up, growing up, | |
Looking for a place to live | |
Growing up, growing up | |
Looking for a place to live | |
Growing up, growing up, | |
Looking for a place to live | |
My ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown | |
My ghost likes to travel so deep into your space | |
Three dot, a trinity, a way to map the universe, | |
Three dotFour dot, is what will make a square, a bed to build on, it's all there, | |
Four dotMy ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown | |
My ghost likes to travel so deep into your space | |
All the slow clouds pass us by | |
Make the empire state look high | |
As you take me in your sea-stained sweetness | |
It spills, it tingles and it stings | |
All the pleasure that it brings'til the door has let the outside inside here | |
Well on the floor there's a long wooden table | |
On the table there's an open book | |
On the page there's a detailed drawing | |
And on the drawing is the name | |
I tookMy ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown | |
My ghost likes to travel so deep into your space | |
Growing up, growing up, | |
Looking for a place to live | |
Growing up, growing up | |
Looking for a place to live | |
Growing up, growing up, | |
Looking for a place to live | |
Growing up, growing up, | |
Looking for a place to live | |
My ghost likes to travel | |
My ghost likes to travel | |
Moving inside of your space | |
My ghost likes to travel | |
My ghost likes to travel | |
Moving inside of your space | |
My ghost likes to travel | |
Moving inside | |
My ghost likes to travel | |
Moving inside of your space | |
My ghost likes to travel | |
Moving inside | |
My ghost likes to travel | |
Moving inside of your space | |
The breathing stops, | |
I don't know when | |
In transition once again | |
Such a struggle getting through these changes | |
And it all seems so absurd | |
To be flying like a bird | |
When I do not feel | |
I've really landed here |
Folded in your fleshy purse | |
I am floating once again | |
While the muted sounds are pumping rhythm | |
All the walls close in on me | |
Pressure' s building wave on wave' til the water breaks and outside | |
I go, ohOne dot, that' s on or off, defines what is and what is not, one dot | |
Two dot, a pair of eyes, a voice, a touch, complete surprise, two dot | |
Growing up, growing up, | |
Looking for a place to live | |
Growing up, growing up | |
Looking for a place to live | |
Growing up, growing up, | |
Looking for a place to live | |
My ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown | |
My ghost likes to travel so deep into your space | |
Three dot, a trinity, a way to map the universe, | |
Three dotFour dot, is what will make a square, a bed to build on, it' s all there, | |
Four dotMy ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown | |
My ghost likes to travel so deep into your space | |
All the slow clouds pass us by | |
Make the empire state look high | |
As you take me in your seastained sweetness | |
It spills, it tingles and it stings | |
All the pleasure that it brings' til the door has let the outside inside here | |
Well on the floor there' s a long wooden table | |
On the table there' s an open book | |
On the page there' s a detailed drawing | |
And on the drawing is the name | |
I tookMy ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown | |
My ghost likes to travel so deep into your space | |
Growing up, growing up, | |
Looking for a place to live | |
Growing up, growing up | |
Looking for a place to live | |
Growing up, growing up, | |
Looking for a place to live | |
Growing up, growing up, | |
Looking for a place to live | |
My ghost likes to travel | |
My ghost likes to travel | |
Moving inside of your space | |
My ghost likes to travel | |
My ghost likes to travel | |
Moving inside of your space | |
My ghost likes to travel | |
Moving inside | |
My ghost likes to travel | |
Moving inside of your space | |
My ghost likes to travel | |
Moving inside | |
My ghost likes to travel | |
Moving inside of your space | |
The breathing stops, | |
I don' t know when | |
In transition once again | |
Such a struggle getting through these changes | |
And it all seems so absurd | |
To be flying like a bird | |
When I do not feel | |
I' ve really landed here |