Empty Frame - Brian Eno, John Cale

So they rode the sea,

It went on and on They were years away

Though it seemed so long

But the captain never told them what he knew

As the poor ship laboured on through the endless blue.

Oh the storm was strong

And the ship was so frail

But they stumbled on Raising broken sails,

And they held the heavy sky on their open hands

And they dreamed of when their poor feet would touch the land.

Baby, were going round in circles!

Where is this place were going to?

Does anybody know were out here on the waves?

And are any of our signals coming through?

Were going round in circles.

We have no single point of view.

And like the clouds that turn to every passing wind,

We turn to any signal that comes through.

At the edge of the sea

Were the signs of the dove —

But the wrong way out

And the wrong way up.

We pushed the empty frame of reason out the cabinet door,

No we wont be needing reason anymore.

Ooh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah.