So tired, soul I followed the sounds to a Imagine my to find that They were produced by Eno
Past the gates, quite The trimmed and the windows 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 you'd probably know
He me many things The wisdom of oblique The of a sapphire soul Presented creative freedoms And everything I say is 'Cause if I was lies it'd probably show
I can tell that he's kind of But what he know? We're always one behind him He's Brian Eno, Eno
When I was stuck make me memorize elaborate curses Tinctures and formulas to ditch the and flip the verses My foundation came unglued When I tried to humanize by light
Dipping in metaphors, yeah But does he know? We're always one step him He's Brian Eno, Eno
He pretty worlds And all the silence I could of Peter, George St. John Le De La Salle Eno
Well, all alone by the stone the shade trees grow The creature by the Feature with a glow
Yeah, he's making sure time's preserved well We reap we sow We're one step behind him He's Eno
Yeah, I can tell that he's well, yeah But what does he I'm always one behind him Brian Eno
Yeah, dipping swords in metaphors, But does he know? I can see you planting 'cause I don't know Eno
I can that he's kind 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 don't Brian Eno