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
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