So tired, searching I the sounds to a cathedral my surprise to find that They were by Brian Eno
the gates, quite stark The roses trimmed and the 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 you'd probably
He me many things The wisdom of stratagems The of a sapphire soul Presented through creative And I say is true 'Cause if I was telling it'd probably show
I can tell that kind of smiling But what he know? always one step behind him He's Brian Eno, Eno
When I was stuck make me memorize elaborate curses Tinctures and formulas to ditch the chori and the verses My whole foundation came When I tried to humanize by ambient
swords in metaphors, yeah But does he know? We're always one behind him He's Eno, Brian Eno
He promised pretty And all the I could 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 making that time's preserved well We reap we sow always one step behind him He's Eno
Yeah, I can that he's doing well, yeah But what does he I'm one step behind him Brian Eno
Yeah, dipping swords in metaphors, But what he know? I can see you planting forests 'cause I don't Eno
I can tell that kind of smiling But what he know? I will always be a behind him He's Eno
Yeah, he's making sure that preserved well We what we sow I'm always one behind him 'Cause I know Brian Eno