Brian Eno The Harness

Will the rose in all their learning

Turning brightness to day

Spur the horns of discerning

Scout the world along the way

And in their firm terms of warning

They return to the sea

And at the first sign of morning

They beat on his disease

So they wail

As their lies warn them

Not to fail in the harness

Not to fall at the shore

They are lost where the robe is

Sailors on southern more

And though they wail with the bonemen

Farther there somewhere inside

It doesn’t show nights are warning

Beggars change so you’ll burn

So they go

There’s no way through there to show

In bar ways under

Not to fail in the harness

Not to rage at the shore

Not to rail in the darkness

When surrounded by roar

When to know there’s a river

Some of them walk

Some of them fall

In the wars they