So tired Soul searching I followed the sounds to a cathredal Imagine my surprise to find that they were produce 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 space left for you If the sky was synthesized you'd probably know
He taught me many things The wisdowm of o bleak stratagems The prophet of a sapphire soul Presented through creative freedoms And everything i say is true Cuz 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? He's go the whole world 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 making sure that time's preserved Well we reap what we sow he's go the whole World behind him he's Brian Eno etc. etc.