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Sunday, November 26, 2023

Peter Gabriel - Lay Your Hands on Me (Live In Athens 1987)


LAY YOUR HANDS ON ME

Sat in the corner of the Garden Grill, with plastic flowers on the window sil
No more miracles, loaves and fishes, been so busy with the washing of the dishes
Reaction level's much too high - I can do without the stimuli
I'm living way beyond my ways and means, living in the zone of the inbetweens
I can see the flashes on the frozen ocean, static charge of the cold emotion
Watched on by the distant eyes - watched on by the silent hidden spies
But still the warmth flows through me
And I sense you know me well
No luck, no golden chances
No mitigating circumstances now
It's only common sense
There are no accidents around here
I am willing - lay your hands on me
I am ready - lay your hands on me
I believe - lay your hands on me, over me
Working in gardens, thornless roses, fat men play with their garden hoses
Poolside laughter has a cynical bite, sausage speared by the cocktail satellite
I walk away from from light and sound, down stairways leading underground
But still the warmth flows through me
And I sense you know me well
It's only common sense
There are no accidents around here
I am willing - lay your hands on me
I am ready - lay your hands on me
I believe - lay your hands on me, over me over me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me, over me

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