So tired, soul I the sounds to a cathedral Imagine my surprise to find They were produced by Eno
Past the gates, stark The trimmed and the windows dark I see the walls through a crack Not red, not blue, not but black And all the left for you If the sky was synthesized you'd know
He taught me things The wisdom of stratagems The of a sapphire soul through creative freedoms And everything I say is 'Cause if I was lies it'd probably show
I can tell he's kind of smiling But what does he We're always one behind him Brian Eno, Brian Eno
When I was stuck he'd make me memorize curses Tinctures and formulas to ditch the and flip the verses My whole came unglued When I tried to humanize by ambient
Dipping in metaphors, yeah But does he know? We're always one step him He's Eno, Brian Eno
He pretty worlds And all the silence I dream of Brian Peter, St. John Le Baptiste De La Eno
Well, all by the oldest stone Where the shade 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 He's Eno
Yeah, I can tell that he's doing well, But does he know? I'm one step behind him He's Eno
Yeah, dipping in metaphors, yeah But does he know? I can see you planting 'cause I don't know Eno
I can tell that he's of smiling But does he know? I always be a step behind him Brian Eno
Yeah, he's making sure that preserved well We what we sow I'm one step behind him 'Cause I don't know Eno