So tired, searching I followed the to a cathedral my surprise to find that They produced by Brian Eno
Past the gates, quite The roses trimmed and the windows I see the walls 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 taught me many The wisdom of oblique The prophet of a sapphire Presented through creative And I say is true 'Cause if I was telling it'd probably show
I can tell he's kind of smiling But what he know? always one step behind him He's Brian Eno, Eno
When I was stuck he'd me memorize elaborate curses Tinctures and to ditch the chori and flip the verses My whole foundation unglued When I tried to humanize by ambient
Dipping swords in metaphors, But what he know? We're always one behind him Brian Eno, Brian Eno
He promised pretty And all the silence I could of Brian Peter, St. John Le De La Salle Eno
Well, all alone by the stone Where the trees grow The creature by the Feature a ghostly glow
Yeah, he's making sure that time's well We what we sow always one step behind him He's Eno
Yeah, I can tell that doing well, yeah But what does he I'm one step behind him Brian Eno
Yeah, swords in metaphors, yeah But what does he I can see you planting forests 'cause I know Eno
I can tell he's kind of smiling But what he know? I will always be a behind him He's Eno
Yeah, he's sure that time's preserved well We reap we sow I'm always one step him 'Cause I don't Brian Eno