Brian Eno Here Come the Warm Jets

21 October 2021
2 Revisions
Correct this lyric

[...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 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

marengomo, Thank you for correcting this lyric.