Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets
[...inaudible...]
[further] we make claims on [our teas]
[dawn inner here] for we’ve nowhere to be
Nowhere to be
Nowhere to be
[father stains], we’re all on our knees
Down on our words and we’ve nothing to be
Nothing to be
Nothing to be
Further down we’re all on our [sails]
[paid to upheed] though we’ve nothing these days
Nothing these days
Nothing these days
[further still, their stall in a daze]
We’re down on our knees and we’ve nothing to say
Nothing to say
Nothing to say...