Solsbury Hill - Peter Gabriel
sábado, outubro 30, 2010
Climbing up on Solsbury HillI could see the city lightWind was blowing, time stood stillEagle flew out of the nightHe was something to observeCame in close, I heard a voiceStanding stretching every nerveI had to listen had no choiceI did not believe the informationJust had to trust imaginationMy heart going boom boom, boom“Son,” he said, “Grab your things, I’ve come to take you home.”To keeping silence I resignedMy friends would think I was a nutTurning water into wineOpen doors would soon be shutSo I went from day to dayTho’ my life was in a rut‘Till I thought of what I’d sayWhich connection I should cutI was feeling part of the sceneryI walked right out of the machineryMy heart going boom boom boom“Hey,” he said, “grab your things, I’ve come to take you home.”Yeah back homeWhen illusion spin her netI’m never where I want to beAnd liberty she pirouetteWhen I think that I am freeWatched by empty silhouettesWho close their eyes, but still can seeNo one taught them etiquetteI will show another meToday I don’t need a replacementI’ll tell them what the smile on my face meantMy heart going boom boom boom“Hey,” I said, “You can keep my things, they’ve come to take me home.”