So tired, soul I followed the sounds to a Imagine my to find that They were by Brian Eno
Past the gates, quite The roses and the windows dark I see the walls a limestone crack Not red, not blue, not but black And all the left for you If the sky was synthesized you'd probably
He taught me things The wisdom of oblique The of a sapphire soul through creative freedoms And everything I say is if I was telling lies it'd probably show
I can tell he's kind of smiling But does he know? We're one step behind him Brian Eno, Brian 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
swords in metaphors, yeah But does he know? We're one step behind him He's Brian Eno, Eno
He promised pretty 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 with a ghostly glow
Yeah, he's making sure that time's preserved We what we sow We're always one step him Brian Eno
Yeah, I can tell that he's doing well, But what does he I'm always one step him Brian Eno
Yeah, dipping swords in metaphors, But what does he I can see you forests 'cause I don't know Eno
I can that he's kind of smiling But what does he I will be a step behind him He's Eno
Yeah, making sure that time's preserved well We what we sow I'm always one step him 'Cause I don't know Eno