So tired
Soul searching
I followed the sounds to a cathedral
Imagine my surprise to find that they were produded 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 wisdom of o' bleak 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)
Brian Eno! (Brian Eno!)
When I was stuck he'd make me memorize elaborate curses
Tinctures and formulas to ditch the choir 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)
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
(What does he know?)
The creature by the water feature with a ghostly glow
(Brian Eno!)
Yeah, he's making sure that time's preserved well
We reap what we sow
(What does he know?)
We're always one step behind him
He's Brian Eno! (Brian Eno!)
Yeah, I can tell that he's doing well yeah
What does he know? (What does he know?!)
I'm always one step behind him
He's Brian Eno! (Brian Eno!)