So tired, searching I the sounds to a cathedral Imagine my to find that They were produced by Eno
the gates, quite stark The trimmed and the windows dark I see the walls through a limestone Not red, not blue, not yellow but And all the left for you If the sky was synthesized you'd know
He me many things The of oblique stratagems The prophet of a sapphire Presented through freedoms And everything I say is 'Cause if I was telling lies probably show
I can tell he's kind of smiling But what he know? We're always one step him He's Eno, Brian Eno
I was stuck he'd make me memorize elaborate curses Tinctures and to ditch the chori and flip the verses My whole foundation unglued When I tried to humanize by ambient
swords in metaphors, yeah But what he know? always one step behind him He's Eno, Brian Eno
He promised pretty And all the silence I could of Brian Peter, St. John Le Baptiste De La Eno
Well, all alone by the oldest the shade trees grow The creature by the Feature with a glow
Yeah, he's making sure time's preserved well We what we sow We're one step behind him Brian Eno
Yeah, I can tell that he's well, yeah But what does he I'm always one behind him Brian Eno
Yeah, dipping in metaphors, yeah But does he know? I can see you planting forests 'cause I know Eno
I can tell that he's kind of But what does he I will be a step behind him Brian Eno
Yeah, he's making sure that time's preserved We what we sow I'm always one behind him 'Cause I know Brian Eno