Chamber of 32 Doors (cuts in) Songtext
von Genesis
Chamber of 32 Doors (cuts in) Songtext
At the top of the stairs, there′s hundreds of people
Running around to all the doors
They try to find, find themselves an audience
Their deductions need applause
The rich man stands in front of me
The poor man behind my back
They believe they can control the game
But the juggler holds another pack
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust
I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman
You can judge by his eyes, take a look if you can
He′ll smile through his guard, survival trains hard
I'd rather trust a man who works with his hands
He looks at you once, you know he understands
Don't need any shield, when you′re out in the field
But down here
I′m so alone with my fear
With everything that I hear
And every single door that I've walked through
Brings me back, back here again
I′ve got to find my own way
The priest and the magician
Singin' all the chants that they have ever heard
And they′re all calling out my name
Even academics, searching printed word
My father to the left of me
My mother to the right
Like everyone else, they're pointing
But nowhere feels quite right
And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust
I′d rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he's found
There′s no need to sell if you′re homeward-bound
If I chose a side, he won't take me for a ride
Back inside
This chamber of so many doors
I′ve nowhere, nowhere to hide
I'd give you all of my dreams
If you′d help me
Find a door
That doesn't lead me back again
Take me away
Running around to all the doors
They try to find, find themselves an audience
Their deductions need applause
The rich man stands in front of me
The poor man behind my back
They believe they can control the game
But the juggler holds another pack
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust
I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman
You can judge by his eyes, take a look if you can
He′ll smile through his guard, survival trains hard
I'd rather trust a man who works with his hands
He looks at you once, you know he understands
Don't need any shield, when you′re out in the field
But down here
I′m so alone with my fear
With everything that I hear
And every single door that I've walked through
Brings me back, back here again
I′ve got to find my own way
The priest and the magician
Singin' all the chants that they have ever heard
And they′re all calling out my name
Even academics, searching printed word
My father to the left of me
My mother to the right
Like everyone else, they're pointing
But nowhere feels quite right
And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust
I′d rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he's found
There′s no need to sell if you′re homeward-bound
If I chose a side, he won't take me for a ride
Back inside
This chamber of so many doors
I′ve nowhere, nowhere to hide
I'd give you all of my dreams
If you′d help me
Find a door
That doesn't lead me back again
Take me away
Writer(s): Peter Gabriel, Phil Collins, Michael Rutherford, Anthony Banks, Steve Hackett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com