So tired, soul I the sounds to a cathedral Imagine my surprise to find They were produced by Eno
Past the gates, stark The roses and the windows dark I see the through a limestone crack Not red, not blue, not but black And all the spaces for you If the sky was you'd probably know
He taught me things The of oblique stratagems The prophet of a sapphire Presented through freedoms And everything I say is 'Cause if I was telling lies it'd probably
I can tell he's kind of smiling But does he know? We're one step behind him He's Brian Eno, Eno
When I was stuck make me memorize elaborate 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 Brian Eno, Eno
He promised pretty And all the silence I dream of Brian Peter, 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 preserved well We what we sow always one step behind him He's Eno
Yeah, I can that he's doing well, yeah But does he know? I'm one step behind him He's Eno
Yeah, dipping in metaphors, yeah But what does he I can see you planting forests I don't know Eno
I can tell he's kind of smiling But does he know? I always be a step behind him He's Eno
Yeah, he's sure that time's preserved well We reap we sow I'm one step behind him 'Cause I don't Brian Eno