Backwater Lyrics - Singles - Brian Eno

Backwater 

We're sailing at the edges of time 

Backwater 

We're drifting at the waterline 

Oh we're floating in the coastal waters 

You and me and the porter's daughters 

Ooh what to do not a sausage to do 

And the shorter of the porter's daughters 

Dips her hand in the deadly waters 

Ooh what to do in a tiny canoe 

Black water 

There were six of us but now we are five 

We're all talking 

To keep the conversation alive 

There was a senator from Ecuador 

Who talked about a meteor 

That crashed on a hill in the south of Peru 

And was found by a conquistador 

Who took it to the emperor 

And he passed it on to a Turkish guru 

His daughter 

Was slated for becoming divine 

He taught her 

He taught her how to split and define 

But if you study the logistics 

And heuristics of the mystics 

You will find that their minds rarely move in a line 

So it's much more realistic 

To abandon such ballistics 

And resign to be trapped on a leaf in a vine