Burning Airlines Give You So Much More (2004 Digital Remaster)
Brian Eno
3:18I 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 Don't count upon their company Places for the fingers, places for the nails Hidden in the kitchen, right behind the scales What do I care? I'm wasting fingers like I had them to spare Plugging holes in the Zuiderzee Punishing Paul for Peter, don't 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) (In the whale, there is a man without his raincoat) In another country, with another name Maybe things are different, maybe they're the same Back on the trail, the seven soldiers read the papers and mail But the news, it doesn't change Swinging about through creepers, parachutes caught on steeples Heroes are born, but heroes die Just a few days, a little practice and some holiday pay We're all sure you'll make the grade Mother of God, if you care, we're on a train to nowhere Please, put a cross upon our eyes Take me, I'm nearly ready, you can take me To the raincoat in the sky Take me, my little pastry mother, take me There's a pie shop in the sky