So tired
Soul searching
I followed sounds to a cathedral
Imagine my surprise to find that they were all produced my brian Eno

Past the gates
Quite the stars
The roses trimmed and the windows dark
I see the 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 freedom
And everything I say is true
Cuz if I was telling lies it'd probably show

I can tell that he's kinda 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
Clipping swords in metaphors yeah but what does he know?
He's got the whole world behind him he's Brian Eno
Brian Eno!

He promised pretty worlds and all the silence I could dream of
Brian Perter 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 that we sow
He's got the whole world behind him he's Brian Eno ect ect