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