So tired, soul I the sounds to a cathedral Imagine my to find that They were by Brian Eno
the gates, quite stark The roses trimmed and the dark I see the through a limestone crack Not red, not blue, not yellow but 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 creative And everything I say is if I was telling lies it'd probably show
I can tell that he's of smiling But does he know? always one step behind him He's Brian Eno, Eno
When I was stuck he'd make me elaborate curses Tinctures and to ditch the chori and flip the verses My whole foundation unglued I tried to humanize by ambient light
Dipping in metaphors, yeah But does he know? We're one step behind him He's Eno, Brian Eno
He pretty worlds And all the I could dream of Brian Peter, St. John Le De La Salle Eno
Well, all by the oldest stone Where the shade grow The by the water with a ghostly glow
Yeah, he's making sure that time's preserved We what we sow We're one step behind him Brian 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 does he know? I can see you planting forests 'cause I don't Eno
I can tell he's kind of smiling But does he know? I always be a step behind him Brian Eno
Yeah, he's making sure that preserved well We reap we sow I'm always one behind him I don't know Brian Eno