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