So tired, soul I followed the to a cathedral Imagine my surprise to that were produced by Brian Eno
Past the gates, quite The roses trimmed and the 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 you'd probably
He taught me things The wisdom of stratagems The prophet of a soul Presented through freedoms And everything I say is 'Cause if I was telling lies it'd show
I can tell that kind of smiling But what does he We're always one behind him He's Eno, Brian Eno
When I was he'd make me memorize elaborate curses Tinctures and formulas to ditch the chori and flip the My whole foundation came I tried to humanize by ambient light
Dipping in metaphors, yeah But what he know? We're always one step him Brian Eno, Brian Eno
He pretty worlds And all the silence I dream of Peter, George St. John Le De La Salle Eno
Well, all by the oldest stone Where the trees grow The by the water Feature with a glow
Yeah, he's making sure that time's preserved We what we sow always one step behind him He's Eno
Yeah, I can tell he's doing well, yeah But does he know? I'm always one behind him He's Eno
Yeah, dipping in metaphors, yeah But what does he I can see you planting 'cause I don't know Eno
I can tell that he's of smiling But what does he I will always be a behind him He's Eno
Yeah, he's making sure that preserved well We reap we sow I'm one step behind him 'Cause I don't Brian Eno