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.