Texty: Genesis. Turn It on Again: The Hits. Carpet Crawlers 1999.

There is lambs wool
Under my naked feet
The wool is soft and warm
Gives off some kind of heat

A salamander scurries
Into flame to be destroyed
Imaginary creatures
Are trapped in birth on celluloid

The fleas cling to the golden fleece
Hoping they'll find peace
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid
There's no hiding in my memory, there's no room to avoid

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 chamber's said to be

Like a forest fight for sunlight
That takes root in every tree
They are pulled up by the magnet
Believing they are 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"

The carpet crawlers heed their callers
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"

To get out
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
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 to get out
Got to get in to get out