So tired, searching I followed the sounds to a Imagine my surprise to that were produced by Brian Eno
Past the gates, stark The roses and the windows dark I see the walls through a crack Not red, not blue, not yellow but And all the left for you If the sky was you'd probably know
He taught me many The wisdom of stratagems The prophet of a sapphire Presented creative freedoms And I say is true 'Cause if I was lies it'd probably show
I can that he's kind of smiling But what does he always one step behind him He's Eno, Brian Eno
When I was stuck he'd make me memorize elaborate Tinctures and formulas to ditch the chori and the verses My whole foundation unglued When I tried to by ambient light
Dipping in metaphors, yeah But what he know? We're one step behind him He's Brian Eno, Eno
He pretty worlds And all the I could dream of Peter, George St. John Le Baptiste De La Eno
Well, all alone by the oldest the shade trees grow The by the water Feature with a glow
Yeah, he's making sure that time's preserved We what we sow always one step behind him He's Eno
Yeah, I can tell that he's doing well, But what he know? I'm one step behind him Brian Eno
Yeah, dipping in metaphors, yeah But what does he I can see you forests 'cause I don't know Eno
I can tell that kind of smiling But what he know? I will be a step behind him He's Eno
Yeah, he's making sure that time's well We what we sow I'm always one behind him 'Cause I don't Brian Eno