Текст песни Brian Eno - Passing Over

Passing over
All the dark blades
All the dark blades
Of the forewords
In the forewords
Just a low sound
Such a low sound
Passing over

Drawing closer
Sheer horizon
Flame horizon
Haze of morning
Magnets drawing
Over the forewords
Now entangle
All tomorrow

Gone
Gone
Through crumbled fingers gone
Can never be recollected

All pastness gone
To the crumbled dogma-ing past
Can never be recollected

Passing over
All the dark blades