Only Us

Peter Gabriel · Us [1992]

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



The further on I go, oh, the less I know

I can find only us breathing, only us sleeping

Only us dreaming, only us

I hear you calling me

Yes, I hear you calling me home from the great escape

Yes, I can read you loud and clear



The further on I go, oh, the less I know

Friend or foe, there's only us



The further on I go, oh, the less I know

I can find only us breathing, only us sleeping

Only us dreaming, only us, only us



I'm coming home again, home again

And I hear you calling me home again

I am coming home again