Here Come the Warm Jets (2004 Remaster)

Father, we make claims on our knees

Dawn enter here for we've nowhere to be

Nowhere to be

Nowhere to beFather, stains they're all on our knees

Down on our words and we've nothing to be

Nothing to be

Nothing to beFather, down we're all on our saints

Paid to appease though we've nothing these days

Nothing these days

Nothing these daysFather, here they're sprawled in a daze

We're down on our knees and we've nothing to say

Songwriters

ENO, BRIANPublished by

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group