Peter Gabriel [1]

When the night shows the signals grow on radios All the strange things they come and go, as early warnings Stranded starfish have no place to hide still waiting for the swollen Easter tide There's no point in direction we cannot even choose a side. I

Climbing up on Solsbury Hill I could see the city light Wind was blowing, time stood still Eagle flew out of the night He was something to observe Came in close, I heard a voice Standing stretching every nerve Had to listen had no choice I did not be

I saw the man at J.F.K. He took your ticket yesterday In the humdrum I ride tandem with a random Things don't run the way I planned them In the humdrum Hey Valentina, do you want me to beg? You got me cooking I'm a hard boiled egg In the humdrum Empt