Romans 8:38-39 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 CHORUS I find direction in east-bound clouds And long for what they 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 CHORUS(2x)