paroles de chanson The Carpet Crawlers - Peter Gabriel , Steve Hackett , Tony Banks , Gregorian , Mike Rutherford

There is lamb's wool under my naked feet
The wool is soft and warm
Gives off some kind of heat
The salamander scurries
Into flame to be destroyed
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth
On celluloid
The fleas cling to the golden fleece
Hoping they'll find peace
Each thought and gesture
Are caught in celluloid
There's no hiding in my memory
There's no room to void
The crawlers cover the floor
In the red ochre corridor.
For my second sight of people,
They've more lifeblood than before.
They're moving in time
To a heavy wooden door,
Where the needle's eye is winking, closing in on the poor.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out.
We've got to get in... to get out"
There's only one direction
In the faces that I see;
It's upward to the ceiling,
Where the chambers said to be.
Like the forest fight for sunlight,
That takes root in every tree.
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing that they're free.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out.
We've got to get in. to get out,"
Mild mannered supermen
Are held in kryptonite,
And the wise and foolish virgins
Giggle with their bodies glowing bright.
Through the door a harvest feast
Is lit by candlelight;
It's the bottom of a staircase
That spirals out of sight.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in... to get out."
The porcelain mannikin
With shattered skin fears attack.
And the eager pack lift up their pitchers- the carry all they lack.
The liquid has congealed,
Which has seeped out through the crack,
And the tickler takes his stickleback.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."