Текст: Caedmons Call. Caedmon's Call. Not Enough.

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

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

Everything I do
It's not enough for You
Everything I do
It's not enough
It's not enough for You

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

Everything I do
It's not enough for You
Everything I do
It's not enough
It's not enough for You

Everything I do
It's not enough for You
Everything I do
It's not enough
It's not enough for You