Growing Up (early studio footage 2002) Songtext
von Peter Gabriel
Growing Up (early studio footage 2002) Songtext
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, oh
One-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
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-dot
Four-dot (is what will make a square)
(A bed to build on, it's all there)
Four-dot
My 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 (my ghost likes to travel)
On the table, there′s an open book (so far in the unknown)
On the page, there's a detailed drawing (my ghost likes to travel)
And on the drawing, is the name I took (so deep into your space)
My 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
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, oh
One-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
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-dot
Four-dot (is what will make a square)
(A bed to build on, it's all there)
Four-dot
My 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 (my ghost likes to travel)
On the table, there′s an open book (so far in the unknown)
On the page, there's a detailed drawing (my ghost likes to travel)
And on the drawing, is the name I took (so deep into your space)
My 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
Writer(s): Peter Gabriel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
