I mount up with waxen wings
High to reach the sun
And I am no further than
When I first begun
So I build a mount of Athos
To shape your form against the sky
With my home in your hands to show all the people why
To show all the people why
?Chorus?
Everything I do
It?s not enough for you
Everything I do
It?s not enough
It?s not enough for you
In the garden of my pride
The lamented lime tree
Too stupid to cry for rain
Fruitless and choked out by weeds
So I write a book of life
Using the best words I can find
For some struggler to snuggle up
When the world becomes unkind
When the world becomes unkind
?repeat chorus?
I find direction in eastbound clouds
And long for what they (might) have
But when I step into its midst
Its substance I cannot grasp
So I paint a portrait of you
As if you had human disguise
With oil and canvas to be clay
To open up their eyes
"like you opened up my eyes
?repeat chorus twice?
High to reach the sun
And I am no further than
When I first begun
So I build a mount of Athos
To shape your form against the sky
With my home in your hands to show all the people why
To show all the people why
?Chorus?
Everything I do
It?s not enough for you
Everything I do
It?s not enough
It?s not enough for you
In the garden of my pride
The lamented lime tree
Too stupid to cry for rain
Fruitless and choked out by weeds
So I write a book of life
Using the best words I can find
For some struggler to snuggle up
When the world becomes unkind
When the world becomes unkind
?repeat chorus?
I find direction in eastbound clouds
And long for what they (might) have
But when I step into its midst
Its substance I cannot grasp
So I paint a portrait of you
As if you had human disguise
With oil and canvas to be clay
To open up their eyes
"like you opened up my eyes
?repeat chorus twice?