Here Come The Warm Jets - Brian Eno

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 appease) 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…