Brian Eno

So tired, soul searching I followed the sounds to a cathedral 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 spaces left for you If the sky was synthesized you'd probably know He taught me many things The wisdom of oblique 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, dipping swords in metaphors, yeah But what does he know? I'd like to see him plant a forest 'cause I don't know Brian Eno I can tell that he's kind of smiling But what does he know? I will always be a step behind him He's Brian Eno Yeah, 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