Lay Your Hands On Me - Peter Gabriel

Sat in the corner of the garden grill

With the plastic flowers on the windowsill

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 in-betweens

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