the Crawlers Cover The Floor In The Red Ochre Corridor
for My Second Sight Of People, They've More Lifeblood Than Before
they're Moving In Time To A Heavy Wooden Door
where The Needle's Eye Is Winking, Closing On The Poor

the Carpet Crawlers Heed Their Callers:
"we've Got To Get In To Get Out
we've Got To Get In To Get Out
we've Got To Get In To Get Out"

there's Only One Direction In The Faces That I See
it's Upward To The Ceiling, Where The Chambers Said To Be
like The Forest Fight For Sunlight, That Takes Root In Every Tree
they Are Pulled Up By The Magnet, Believing They're Free

the Carpet Crawlers Heed Their Callers:
"we've Got To Get In To Get Out
we've Got To Get In To Get Out
we've Got To Get In To Get Out"

mild Mannered Supermen Are Held In Kryptonite
and The Wise And Foolish Virgins Giggle With Their Bodies Glowing Bright
through The Door A Harvest Feast Is Lit By Candlelight:
it's The Bottom Of A Staircase That Spirals Out Of Sight

the Carpet Crawlers Heed Their Callers:
"we've Got To Get In To Get Out
we've Got To Get In To Get Out
we've Got To Get In To Get Out"

the Porcelain Mannikin With Shattered Skin Fears Attack
and The Eager Pack Lift Up Their Pitchers - They Carry All They Lack
the Liquid Has Congealed, Which Has Seeped Out Through The Crack
and The Tickler Takes His Stickleback

the Carpet Crawlers Heed Their Callers:
"we've Got To Get In To Get Out
we've Got To Get In To Get Out
we've Got To Get In To Get Out"

got To Get In - Get To Get Out
got To Get In - Get To Get Out ....

the Carpet Crawlers Heed Their Callers: ....

Writer : RUTHERFORD, MICHAEL/GABRIEL, PETER/COLLINS, PHIL
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing