Flotsam And Jetsam [Peter Gabriel 2: Scratch , 1978]

Doing nothing, stuck in the mud

Just pumping the blood

The water level's getting low

Something ugly's going to show

If only I could touch you

I guess you'd be alarmed

If only I could touch you

I don't mean you no harm

If only I could touch you

Like the wind can touch the sail

If only I could touch you, darling

Now that words have failed

Oh, flotsam still afloat

Oh, jetsam thrown out of the boat

And oh love, my love

Nothing here is what it seems

We both know it; Christ, you show it...

Oh, oh my love