Brian Eno - The Belldog

Most of the day
We were at the machinery
In the dark sheds
That the seasons ignored.
I held the levers
That guided the signals to the radio
But the words I received
Random code, broken fragments from before.

Out in the trees
My reason deserting me
Oh the dark stars
Cluster over the bay
Then in a certain moment
I lose control
And at last I am part of the machinery
(where are you? [The] Belldog, where are you?)
And the light disappears
As the world
Makes its circle through the sky.