Lyrics for Growing Up
By Peter Gabriel
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folded in your fleshy pursei am floating once againwhile the muted sounds are pumping rhythmall the walls close in on mepressure’s building wave on wavetill the water breaks - and outside i go, oh one dot, that's on or off, defines what is and what is not, one dottwo dot, a pair of eyes, a voice, a touch, complete surprise, two dotgrowing up, growing up,looking for a place to livegrowing up, growing up,gooking for a place to livegrowing up, growing up,looking for a place to live my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknownmy 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 dot my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknownmy ghost likes to travel so deep into your spaceall the slow clouds pass us bymake the Empire State look highas you take me in your sea-stained sweetnessit spills, it tingles and it stingsall the pleasure that it b!
rings‘til the door has let the outside inside here well on the floor there’s a long wooden tableon the table there’s an open bookon the page there’s a detailed drawingand on the drawing is the name i took my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknownmy ghost likes to travel so deep into your space growing up, growing up,looking for a place to livegrowing up, growing up,looking for a place to livegrowing up, growing up,looking for a place to livegrowing up, growing up,looking for a place to live my ghost likes to travelmy ghost likes to travelmoving inside of your spacemy ghost likes to travelmy ghost likes to travelmoving inside of your spacemy ghost likes to travelmoving insidemy ghost likes to travelmoving Inside of your spacemy ghost likes to travelmoving insidemy ghost likes to travelmoving inside of your space the breathing stops, i don’t know whenin transition once againsuch a struggle getting through these changesand it all seems so absu!
rdto be flying like a birdwhen i do not feel i've really landed here.
rings‘til the door has let the outside inside here well on the floor there’s a long wooden tableon the table there’s an open bookon the page there’s a detailed drawingand on the drawing is the name i took my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknownmy ghost likes to travel so deep into your space growing up, growing up,looking for a place to livegrowing up, growing up,looking for a place to livegrowing up, growing up,looking for a place to livegrowing up, growing up,looking for a place to live my ghost likes to travelmy ghost likes to travelmoving inside of your spacemy ghost likes to travelmy ghost likes to travelmoving inside of your spacemy ghost likes to travelmoving insidemy ghost likes to travelmoving Inside of your spacemy ghost likes to travelmoving insidemy ghost likes to travelmoving inside of your space the breathing stops, i don’t know whenin transition once againsuch a struggle getting through these changesand it all seems so absu!
rdto be flying like a birdwhen i do not feel i've really landed here.
