Peter Gabriel

Only Us [x3]
It wasn't in the words that kept sticking in their throats
It wasn't with the angels in their quilted coats
These battered wings still kick up dust
Seduced by the noise and the bright things that glisten
I knew all the time I should shut up and listen
And I'm finding my way home from the great escape
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The further on I go, oh the less I know
I can find only us breathing
Only us sleeping
Only us dreaming
Only us