So tired
Soul searching
I followed sounds to a cathedral
imagine my surprise to find that they were produced by Brian Eno
Past the gates
Quite stark
The roses trimmed and the windows dark
I see the walls through a limestone crack
Not red not blue not yellow but black
And all the spaces left for you
If the sky was synthesized you'd probably know
He taught me many things
The wisdom of O bleak stratagems
The prophet of a sapphire soul
Presented through creative freedoms
And everything I say is true
Cause if I was telling lies it'd probably show
I can tell that he's kind of smiling
But what does he know?
We're always one step behind him, he's Brian Eno
Brian Eno
When I was stuck he'd make me memorize elaborate curses
Tinctures and formulas to ditch the chori and flip the verses
My whole foundation came unglued
When I tried to humanize by ambient light
Dipping swords in metaphors yeah but what does he know?
We're always one step behind him, he's Brian Eno
Brian Eno
He promised pretty worlds and all the silence I could dream of
Brian Peter George St. John le Baptiste de la Salle Eno
Well, all alone by the oldest stone, where the shade trees grow
The creature by the water feature with a ghostly glow
Yeah, he's making sure that time's preserved well, we reap what we sow
We're always one step behind him, he's Brian Eno
Yeah, I can tell that he's doing well yeah, but what does he know?
I'm always one step behind him, he's Brian Eno
Yeah, he dips swords in metaphors, yeah, but what does he know?
I've never seen him plant a forest, 'cause I don't know Brian Eno, yeah
I can tell that he's trying to smile, but what does he know?
I'll always be a step behind him, he's Brian Eno
He's making sure that time's preserved well, we reap what we sow
I'm always one step behind him, 'cause I don't know Brian Eno
