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’