Lyrics
You are terrified by the smallest sound
Because you live your life in such a sheltered world
As do those who surround you
Well I have seen you stung by poisonous flies
And you suffer much too much from their bites
There you sit in your comfort watching other people get caught by the
Storm
Many a thing that used to be a secret
Has become so talked about
Not worth a second thought
There's different kinds of secrets now
Times change, it's not enough to say
It seemed a good idea a hundred years ago
You think it's not your problem
It really doesn't matter at all
Every stone that's thrown must fall to the ground
But you don't give a thought to where they might come down
You are feeding the fire over which you'll be roasted
Anywhere that they don't speak the same
In any place that they don't think the same
You think it's not your problem
No no
You think it's not your problem
It really doesn't matter at all
Oh...
Maybe it's not your fate to be a leader of men
But you just leave it all to someone else and complain
You could be so much stronger, but it really doesn't matter any longer
'Cause you're feeding the fire over which you'll be roasted
'Cause you're feeding the fire over which you'll be roasted
WRITERS
Michael Rutherford, Phil Collins, Tony Banks
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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