An Arc of Doves - Brian Eno

In the ballroom In the backroom I hear you calling out my name Automatic reaction As I hear your footsteps in the hallway Everyday I see your face Everywhere I see those eyes But you're not there Cathedrals of the mind Searching for a sign And you're never lost in mine In cathedrals of the mind In the backroom In the ballroom I hear the crowd going insane, yeah I hear them talking I see their faces I hear them calling out your name Everywhere I see your face Everywhere I see those eyes But you're not there Cathedrals of the mind Waiting for a sign You're never lost in mine In cathedrals of the mind You're never lost in mine I hear voices lost in time In cathedrals of your mind You're never lost in mine

You crashed into my universe I don't know if that's a blessing or a curse And I feel your presence pressing on a nerve I need to end this cycle of hurt You were always the one to get there first While I've been sleepwalking since my birth And I've got this question, have I got the nerve? I need to end this cycle of hurt It seems in every place and everywhere I turned It seems that over time your resentment burned I'm tired of need, I'm tired of me, I'm tired of circling in your stir I need to end this cycle of hurt Now your eyes are fixed to the skies Yet your feet still fixed to the dirt And I've got this question, have I got the nerve? I need to keep myself alert Oh, it's trap now, haven't you heard? Yeah Cycle of hurts It's a trap It's a trick It's a trap It's a trick It's a trap It's a trick It's a trap It's a trick It's a trap

To the north, my medicine To my east, the burning sun I set sail on the ship of fools The south, she waits But I can't go there again I'm bound west on the ship of fools All your love and all your hope All your joy and sense of wonder Keep it near, keep it safe Don't let it steal it from you All the dreams and all the pressure Never let it send you under Don't let it send you under All the gold, all that wealth Could never buy trust so long For this price is not the same So I keep my eyes open All the people, all the work All the money and all the hurt All my hurt To the north, my medicine To my east, the burning sun I set sail on the ship that's doomed The south she waits But I can't go there again I'm bound west on the ship of fools All your love and all your hope All your joy and sense of wonder All the dreams and all the pressure Never let it send you under Never let it send you under The ocean awaits Calls me again But I'm bound to a ship of fools

I hear a sound A sound above my head Distant sound of thunder Moving out on the moor Blackbirds flew in Into the cooling towers I'll pack my bags Thinking of one of those hours With you Waiting for you My god It takes an ocean of trust In the Kingdom of Rust I long to feel Some beauty in my heart As I go searching Right to the start The road back to Preston Was covered all in snow As I went looking For that stolen heart For you Waiting for you My god It takes an ocean of trust Takes an effort, it does My god It takes an ocean of trust It's in the Kingdom of Rust In the Kingdom of Rust I long to feel That wince in my heart As I went looking I couldn't stop Now I'm Waiting for you I know It takes an ocean of trust In the Kingdom of Rust

The passage of time Is flicking dimly up on the screen I can't see the lines I used to think I could read between Perhaps my brains have turned to sand Oh me, oh my I think it's been an eternity You'd be surprised At my degree of uncertainty How can moments go so slow? Several times I've seen the evening slide away Watching the signs Taking over from the fading day Perhaps my brains are old and scrambled Several times (who would believe what a poor) I've seen the evening slide away (set of eyes can show you?) Watching the signs (who would believe what an) Taking over from the fading day (innocent voice could do?) Changing water into wine (never a silence, always a face at the door) Several times (who would believe what a poor) I've seen the evening slide away (set of ears can tell you?) Watching the signs (who would believe what a weak) Taking over from the fading day (pair of hands can do?) Putting the grapes back on the vine (never a silence, always a foot in the door)