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Phil Collins - In The Cage Live From Old Trafford Football Stadium Manchester 7th July 2007 Lyrics

I got sunshine in my stomach
Like I just rocked my baby to sleep
I got sunshine in my stomach
But, I can't keep me from creeping sleep
Sleep, deep in the deep

Rockface moves to press my skin
White liquids turn sour within
Turn fast – turn sour
Turn sweat – turn sour

Must tell myself that I'm not here
I'm drowning in this liquid fear
Bottled in a strong compression
My distortion shows obsession

In this cave, oh
Get me out of this cave, oh

But If I keep self-control I'll be safe in my soul
And the childhood belief brings a moment's relief
But my cynic soon returns and the lifeboat burns
My spirit just, just, just never learns

Stalactites, stalagmites
And they lock me in, and they held me tight
Lips is dry throat is dry
Feel like burning my stomach churning
I'm dressed up in a white costume
Padding out left-over room
Body stretching, feel the retching

In this cage, oh
Get me out of this cage, oh

But in the glare of a light
I see a strange kind of sight
All cages joined to form a star
Each person can't go very far

All tied to their things
They are netted by their strings
Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings
Their wasted

Outside the cage I see my brother John
He turns his head so slowly round
I cry out “Help!”, before he can be gone
And he looks at me without a sound

So I shout, “John, please help me!”
But he does not even want to try to speak
I'm helpless in my violent rage
And a silent tear of blood, dribbles down his cheek
And I watch him turn again and leave the cage
My little runaway
Rain drops keep falling on my head, they keep falling on my
Rain drops keep falling on my head, they keep falling on my
Rain drops keep falling on my head, they keep falling on my
Rain drops keep falling on my, they keep falling on my head

In a trap, feel a strap
Pinned for fear, dressed for kill
Chances narrow that I'll make it
In this cushioned straight-jacket

Just like 22nd Street
You know, they got me by my neck and feet
Pressures building, can't take more
My headaches charge, my earaches roar

In this pain, oh
Get me out of this pain, oh

But if I could change to liquid
I could fill the cracks up in the rock
I know that I am solid, and I am my own bad luck
Outside John disappears, this cage dissolves
Without any reason, my body revolves

Keep on turning
Keep on turning
Keep on turning
Keep on turning around, oh
Keep on turning around, oh
(Round, round, round, round, round, round, round, round
Round, round, round, round, round)
Oh!

Somebody, somebody, get me out of this cage
Oh, get me out of this cage
Oh, get me out of this cage