So tired, searching I the sounds to a cathedral Imagine my to find that They produced by Brian Eno
Past the gates, stark The trimmed and the windows dark I see the walls a limestone crack Not red, not blue, not yellow but And all the spaces for you If the sky was synthesized you'd probably
He taught me things The wisdom of oblique The prophet of a soul Presented through creative And I say is true 'Cause if I was telling it'd probably show
I can that he's kind of smiling But what does he We're one step behind him He's Eno, Brian Eno
When I was stuck he'd me memorize elaborate curses Tinctures and formulas to ditch the and flip the verses My whole came unglued When I to humanize by ambient light
Dipping in metaphors, yeah But what he know? We're one step behind him He's Eno, Brian Eno
He promised pretty And all the silence I dream of Brian Peter, St. John Le De La Salle Eno
Well, all by the oldest stone Where the trees grow The by the water with a ghostly glow
Yeah, he's sure that time's preserved well We what we sow We're always one step him He's Eno
Yeah, I can tell that doing well, yeah But what does he I'm always one behind him He's Eno
Yeah, dipping in metaphors, yeah But does he know? I can see you planting forests I don't know Eno
I can tell that he's of smiling But what 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 'Cause I know Brian Eno