To Thomas S. Eiselberg, a very rich man
Who was wise enough to spend all his fortunes
In burying himself many miles beneath the ground
As the only surviving member of the human race
He inherited the whole world

Here today the red sky tells his tale
But the only listening eyes are mine
There is peace amongst the hills
And the night will cover all my pride

Blest are they who smile from bodies free
Seems to me like any other crowd
Who are waiting to be saved

Wait, there still is time for washing in the pool
Wash away the past
Moon, my long-lost friend is smiling from above
Smiling at my tears

Come we'll walk the path to take us to my home
Keep outside the night
The ice-cold knife has come to decorate the dead somehow

And each will find a home
And there will still be time
For loving my friend, you are there

And I will wait for ever
Beside the silent mirror
And fish for bitter minnows
Amongst the weeds and slimy water

I, I said, I want to sit down
I, I said, I want to sit down
I want a drink, I want a drink
To take all the dust and the dirt from my throat

I want a drink, I want a drink
To wash out the filth that is deep in my guts
I want a drink

Then let us drink, then let us smile
Then let us go

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Writer(s): Anthony Banks, Michael Rutherford, Peter Gabriel, Phil Collins, Steve Hackett