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