| Song | No Way Out |
| Artist | Peter Gabriel |
| Album | Up |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Saw a group of people forming | |
| Round a figure lying down | |
| And someone runs to make a phone call | |
| And the man kneels on the ground | |
| The man kneels on the ground | |
| There's a tightening in my chest | |
| I know that | |
| I'm drawn in | |
| Oh God let it not be – you | |
| Don't leave us | |
| Don't leave like this | |
| Don't leave me here again | |
| I'm not quitting on you | |
| No one else | |
| You're not quitting on us | |
| No running out | |
| The colour in your shirt is darkening, | |
| Against the paleness of your skin | |
| I remember how you held the goldfish | |
| Swimming around in a plastic bag | |
| Swimming around in a plastic bag | |
| You held it up so high | |
| In the bright lights of the fair | |
| It slipped and fell | |
| We looked everywhere | |
| Don't leave us (your eyes are bright, your blood is warm) | |
| Don't leave like this (your heart is strong, you're holding on) | |
| Don't leave me here again (I feel your pulse, I hold your hand) | |
| I'm not quitting on you | |
| There's no one else | |
| You're not quitting on us | |
| There's no way out | |
| No way out | |
| Don't leave us | |
| Don't leave like this | |
| Don't leave me here again (I feel your pulse, I hold your hand) | |
| I'm not quitting on you | |
| There's no one else | |
| You're not quitting on us | |
| No running away – no way out |
| Saw a group of people forming | |
| Round a figure lying down | |
| And someone runs to make a phone call | |
| And the man kneels on the ground | |
| The man kneels on the ground | |
| There' s a tightening in my chest | |
| I know that | |
| I' m drawn in | |
| Oh God let it not be you | |
| Don' t leave us | |
| Don' t leave like this | |
| Don' t leave me here again | |
| I' m not quitting on you | |
| No one else | |
| You' re not quitting on us | |
| No running out | |
| The colour in your shirt is darkening, | |
| Against the paleness of your skin | |
| I remember how you held the goldfish | |
| Swimming around in a plastic bag | |
| Swimming around in a plastic bag | |
| You held it up so high | |
| In the bright lights of the fair | |
| It slipped and fell | |
| We looked everywhere | |
| Don' t leave us your eyes are bright, your blood is warm | |
| Don' t leave like this your heart is strong, you' re holding on | |
| Don' t leave me here again I feel your pulse, I hold your hand | |
| I' m not quitting on you | |
| There' s no one else | |
| You' re not quitting on us | |
| There' s no way out | |
| No way out | |
| Don' t leave us | |
| Don' t leave like this | |
| Don' t leave me here again I feel your pulse, I hold your hand | |
| I' m not quitting on you | |
| There' s no one else | |
| You' re not quitting on us | |
| No running away no way out |
| Saw a group of people forming | |
| Round a figure lying down | |
| And someone runs to make a phone call | |
| And the man kneels on the ground | |
| The man kneels on the ground | |
| There' s a tightening in my chest | |
| I know that | |
| I' m drawn in | |
| Oh God let it not be you | |
| Don' t leave us | |
| Don' t leave like this | |
| Don' t leave me here again | |
| I' m not quitting on you | |
| No one else | |
| You' re not quitting on us | |
| No running out | |
| The colour in your shirt is darkening, | |
| Against the paleness of your skin | |
| I remember how you held the goldfish | |
| Swimming around in a plastic bag | |
| Swimming around in a plastic bag | |
| You held it up so high | |
| In the bright lights of the fair | |
| It slipped and fell | |
| We looked everywhere | |
| Don' t leave us your eyes are bright, your blood is warm | |
| Don' t leave like this your heart is strong, you' re holding on | |
| Don' t leave me here again I feel your pulse, I hold your hand | |
| I' m not quitting on you | |
| There' s no one else | |
| You' re not quitting on us | |
| There' s no way out | |
| No way out | |
| Don' t leave us | |
| Don' t leave like this | |
| Don' t leave me here again I feel your pulse, I hold your hand | |
| I' m not quitting on you | |
| There' s no one else | |
| You' re not quitting on us | |
| No running away no way out |