All the pumping's nearly over for my sweet heart.
This is the one for me,
Time to meet the chef,
Oh boy! The running ma s out of death.
Feel cold and old, its getting hard to catch my breath.
Its back to ash, "now, you've had your flash boy"
The rocks, in time, compress
Your blood to oil,
Your flesh to coal,
Enrich the soil,
Not everybody's goal.
Anyway, they say she comes on a pale horse,
But I'm sure I hear a train.
Oh boy! I don't even feel no pain
I guess I must be driving myself insane.
Damn it all! Does earth plug a hole in heaven,
Or heaven plug a hole in earth - "how wonderful to be so profound,
When everything you are is dying underground."
I feel the pull on the rope, let me off at the rainbow.
I could have been exploded in space
Different orbits for my bones
Not me, just quietly buried in stones,
Keep the deadline open with my maker!
See me stretch; for God's elastic acre
The door bell rings and it's
"Good morning Rael
So sorry you had to wait.
It won't be long, yeah!
She's very rarely late."
This is the one for me,
Time to meet the chef,
Oh boy! The running ma s out of death.
Feel cold and old, its getting hard to catch my breath.
Its back to ash, "now, you've had your flash boy"
The rocks, in time, compress
Your blood to oil,
Your flesh to coal,
Enrich the soil,
Not everybody's goal.
Anyway, they say she comes on a pale horse,
But I'm sure I hear a train.
Oh boy! I don't even feel no pain
I guess I must be driving myself insane.
Damn it all! Does earth plug a hole in heaven,
Or heaven plug a hole in earth - "how wonderful to be so profound,
When everything you are is dying underground."
I feel the pull on the rope, let me off at the rainbow.
I could have been exploded in space
Different orbits for my bones
Not me, just quietly buried in stones,
Keep the deadline open with my maker!
See me stretch; for God's elastic acre
The door bell rings and it's
"Good morning Rael
So sorry you had to wait.
It won't be long, yeah!
She's very rarely late."
Lyrics submitted by Demau Senae, edited by Undinal
Anyway Lyrics as written by Steve Hackett Peter Gabriel
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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I think that Death comes on a train now because it had modernized like the rest of society. This song terrifies me... all the thoughts that are running through Rael's head as he realizes he doesn't want to die this way... being crushed under rocks. I also wonder if the line "It won't be long, yeah" could be a subtle reference to the Beatles?