Lyrics:

[...Inaudible...][Further] we make claims on [our teas][Dawn inner here] for we've nowhere to beNowhere to beNowhere to be[Father stains], we're all on our kneesDown on our words and we've nothing to beNothing to beNothing to beFurther down we're all on our [sails][Paid to upheed] though we've nothing these daysNothing these daysNothing these days[Further still, their stall in a daze]We're down on our knees and we've nothing to sayNothing to sayNothing to say...

Brian Eno Here Come The Warm Jets