ENO, Brian

St. Elmo's Fire

Brown Eyes and I were tired

We had walked and we had scrambled

Through the moors and through the briars

Through the endless blue meanders

In the blue August moon

In the cool August moon

Over the nights and through the fires

We went surging down the wires

Through the towns and on the highways

Through the storms in all their thundering

In the blue August moon

In the cool August moon

Well we rested in a desert

Where the bones were white as teeth, sir

And we saw St. Elmo's Fire

Splitting ions in the ether

In the blue August moon

In the cool August moon

Spinning Away

Up on a hill, as the day dissolves

With my pencil turning moments into line

High above in the violet sky

A silent silver plane - it draws a golden chain

One by one, all the stars appear

As the great winds of the planet spiral in

Spinning away, like the night sky at Arles

In the million insect storm, the constellations form

On a hill, under a raven sky

I have no idea exactly what I've drawn

Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away

With every single line moving further out in time

And now as the pale moon rides

Her form in my pale blue lines

And there, as the world rolls round

I draw, but the lines move round

There, as the great wheels blaze

I draw, but my drawing fades

And now, as the old sun dies

I draw, and the four winds sigh