Brian Eno
"Here Come The Warm Jets"


Father, we've spent days on our knees
Gone in a year, for we've no where to be
Nowhere to be
Nowhere to be

Father stays, we're all on our knees
Down on our words and we've nothing to be
Nothing to be
Nothing to be

Father, down, we're all on our sails
Hail to our keys, but we've nothing these days
Nothing these days
Nothing these days

Father, give them straw men of faith
We're down on our knees and we've nothing to say
Nothing to say
Nothing to say