So tired, searching I followed the sounds to a Imagine my surprise to find They produced by Brian Eno
Past the gates, quite The roses trimmed and the dark I see the walls through a limestone Not red, not blue, not but black And all the left for you If the sky was synthesized probably know
He me many things The of oblique stratagems The prophet of a soul Presented through creative And I say is true 'Cause if I was telling lies it'd show
I can tell that he's kind of But what does he We're always one step him He's Eno, Brian Eno
I was stuck he'd make me memorize elaborate curses Tinctures and to ditch the chori and flip the verses My whole came unglued I tried to humanize by ambient light
Dipping swords in metaphors, But what does he We're always one step him Brian Eno, Brian Eno
He promised pretty And all the I could dream of Brian Peter, St. John Le Baptiste De La Eno
Well, all alone by the oldest the shade trees grow The creature by the Feature with a glow
Yeah, he's making that time's preserved well We what we sow We're always one behind him He's Eno
Yeah, I can tell he's doing well, yeah But what he know? I'm one step behind him He's Eno
Yeah, dipping swords in metaphors, But what does he I can see you forests 'cause I don't know Eno
I can tell that he's of smiling But does he know? I will always be a step him He's Eno
Yeah, he's making sure that time's well We what we sow I'm always one behind him 'Cause I know Brian Eno