So tired, searching I the sounds to a cathedral my surprise to find that They produced by Brian Eno
the gates, quite stark The roses trimmed and the dark I see the through a limestone crack Not red, not blue, not yellow but And all the spaces for you If the sky was synthesized you'd probably
He taught me many The wisdom of stratagems The of a sapphire soul Presented creative freedoms And I say is true if I was telling lies it'd probably show
I can tell that he's of smiling But what does he We're always one step him Brian Eno, Brian Eno
When I was stuck make me memorize elaborate curses and formulas to ditch the chori and flip the verses My whole came unglued I tried to humanize by ambient light
Dipping swords in metaphors, But does he know? always one step behind him He's Eno, Brian Eno
He promised worlds And all the silence I dream of Brian Peter, St. John Le Baptiste De La Eno
Well, all alone by the stone Where the trees grow The creature by the Feature with a ghostly
Yeah, he's making sure that preserved well We what we sow We're always one step him Brian Eno
Yeah, I can tell that he's doing well, But does he know? I'm always one behind him He's Eno
Yeah, swords in metaphors, yeah But does he know? I can see you planting forests I don't know Eno
I can tell that kind of smiling But does he know? I will always be a behind him He's Eno
Yeah, he's making sure time's preserved well We what we sow I'm always one step him I don't know Brian Eno