So tired, soul I followed the to a cathedral Imagine my surprise to that They produced by Brian Eno
Past the gates, quite The trimmed 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 synthesized probably know
He me many things The wisdom of stratagems The prophet of a soul 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 does he We're always one step him He's Brian Eno, Eno
When I was stuck he'd me memorize elaborate curses Tinctures and formulas to ditch the chori and flip the My whole foundation unglued When I tried to humanize by light
Dipping in metaphors, yeah But what does he We're always one step him He's Brian Eno, Eno
He promised worlds And all the I could dream of Brian Peter, George St. Le Baptiste De La 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 well We what we sow always one step behind him He's Eno
Yeah, I can tell he's doing well, yeah But what does he I'm always one behind him Brian Eno
Yeah, dipping in metaphors, yeah But what does he I can see you planting forests 'cause I know Eno
I can tell that he's of smiling But what he know? I will always be a behind him He's Eno
Yeah, he's making sure time's preserved well We reap we sow I'm one step behind him I don't know Brian Eno