Lyrics:
Peter Gabriel Security

The time I like is the rush hour, cos I like the rush The pushing of the people - I like it all so much Such a mass of motion - do not know where it goes

Thick cloud - steam rising - hissing stone on sweat lodge fire Around me - buffalo robe - sage in bundle - run on skin Outside - cold air - stand, wait

Sat in the corner of the garden grill With plastic flowers on the window still No more miracles, loaves and fishes Been so busy with the washing of the

Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams Her honey belly pulls the seams Curves are still upon the hinge Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin

: Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams Her honey belly pulls the seams Curves are still upon the hinge Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin Moist as

: See me a big woman, big woman look how you dance See me a big woman, big woman caught in a trance Dancing on the tabletop, covered up with the Easter

: 6x6 - from wall to wall Shutters on the windows, no light at all Damp on the floor you got damp on the bed They're trying to get you crazy - get you

: 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

See me a big woman, big woman look how you dance See me a big woman, big woman caught in a trance Dancing on the tabletop, covered up with the Easter