So tired, soul I the sounds to a cathedral my surprise to find that They were produced by Eno
Past the gates, stark The roses and the windows dark I see the walls through a limestone Not red, not blue, not but black And all the spaces for you If the sky was synthesized probably know
He taught me many The of oblique stratagems The prophet of a sapphire Presented through freedoms And everything I say is if I was telling lies it'd probably show
I can tell that he's kind of 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 and flip the verses My whole foundation unglued I tried to humanize by ambient light
Dipping in metaphors, yeah But what does he We're one step behind him Brian Eno, Brian Eno
He promised worlds And all the I could dream of Peter, George St. John Le De La Salle Eno
Well, all by the oldest stone Where the trees grow The creature by the Feature with a glow
Yeah, making sure that time's preserved well We what we sow We're always one step him He's Eno
Yeah, I can tell that he's well, yeah But what does he I'm one step behind him Brian Eno
Yeah, dipping swords in metaphors, But does he know? I can see you planting forests I don't know Eno
I can tell he's kind of smiling But what does he I will be a step behind him Brian Eno
Yeah, he's making that time's preserved well We reap we sow I'm one step behind him I don't know Brian Eno