Текст песни West Bay - Brian Eno

West Bay
A home without the memories
Where waves replace nostalgia
And welcome back the thinker
With every shift in shingle
Imagine
Alone on this island
With only the stones
Their timpani
And shoots of thoughts just germinated
Free to die
Or swim away
To grey horizon
Except you′re not alone
Near a troop of watching seabirds
Resting in the day