Brian Eno

I can think of nowhere
I would rather be
Reading morning papers
Drinking morning tea.
She clutches the tray
And then we talk just like a kitchen sink play
Nothing ventured nothing gained
Living so close to danger
Even your friends are strangers
Dont count upon their company.
Places for the fingers
Places for the nails
Hidden in the kitchen
Right behind the scales.
What do I care
Im wasting fingers like I have them to spare
Plugging holes in the zuider zee
Punishing paul for peter
Dont ever trust those meters
What you believe is what you see.
In my town, there is a raincoat under a tree
In the sky there is a cloud containing the sea
In the sea there is a whale without any eyes