Phil Collins
Home By the Sea / Second Home By the Sea (Live at Wembley Stadium, London, 4th July 1987)
[Home By the Sea]
Home by the sea
Home by the sea
Home by the sea
Home by the sea

Creeping up the blind side, shinning up the wall
Stealing through the dark of night
Climbing through a window, stepping to the floor
Checking to the left and the right
Picking up the pieces, putting them away
Something doesn't feel quite right

Help me, someone, let me out of here
Cause out of the dark was suddenly heard
Wеlcome to the Home by thе Sea

Coming out the woodwork, through the open door
Pushing from above and below
Shadows with no substance, in the shape of men
Round and down and sideways they go
Adrift without direction, eyes that hold despair
Then as one they sigh and they moan

Help me, someone, let us out of here
Cause living here so long undisturbed
Dreaming of the time we were free
So many years ago, before the time when we first heard
Welcome to the Home by the Sea
Sit down, sit down
Sit down, sit down, sit down
As we relive our lives in what we tell you, oh

[Instrumental Break]

Images of sorrow, pictures of delight
Things that go to make up a life
Endless days of summer, longer nights of gloom
Waiting for the morning light
Scenes of unimportance, photos in a frame
Things that go to make up a life

Help me, someone, let us out of here
Cause living here so long undisturbed
Dreaming of the time we were free
So many years ago, before the time when we first heard
Welcome to the Home by the Sea

Sit down, sit down
Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down
As we relive our lives in what we tell you
Let us relive our lives in what we tell you, oh

Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down
No you won't get away, no with us, you will stay
For the rest of your days, sit down…
As we relive our lives in what we tell you
Let us relive our lives in what we tell you, oh
[Second Home By the Sea]
[Instrumental]

Images of sorrow, pictures of delight
Things that go to make up a life
Endless days of summer, longer nights of gloom
Just waiting for the morning light
Scenes of unimportance, photos in a frame
Things that go to make up a life

As we relive our lives in what we tell you
Oh…