So tired, soul I followed the to a cathedral Imagine my to find that They were produced by Eno
the gates, quite stark The roses trimmed and the windows I see the through a limestone crack Not red, not blue, not but black And all the left for you If the sky was synthesized you'd probably
He me many things The wisdom of stratagems The prophet of a soul Presented creative freedoms And everything I say is 'Cause if I was telling lies it'd probably
I can tell that he's of smiling But what he know? We're always one step him He's Brian Eno, Eno
When I was stuck he'd make me memorize curses Tinctures and formulas to ditch the chori and flip the My whole came unglued When I tried to humanize by light
Dipping swords in metaphors, But what he know? We're one step behind him He's Eno, Brian Eno
He promised worlds And all the silence I could of Brian Peter, St. John Le De La Salle Eno
Well, all alone by the oldest the shade trees grow The by the water Feature with a ghostly
Yeah, he's making sure time's preserved well We what we sow We're always one behind him He's Eno
Yeah, I can tell that doing well, yeah But does he know? I'm one step behind him Brian Eno
Yeah, dipping swords in metaphors, But what does he I can see you forests 'cause I don't know Eno
I can tell that he's of smiling But does he know? I will be a step behind him Brian Eno
Yeah, he's making sure that time's well We reap we sow I'm one step behind him I don't know Brian Eno