I had what I thought were clear open eyes, bright blue.

Vision of a lake, carryin' pictures to lay on you.

Close the blinds, let 'em in, don't mind openin' at the edge of love.

You can't un-think a thought, either it's there or not.

Shadows of the mountain,

don't tell them what's under.

The breadth and the height

of an undiscovered first.

Now hopeful mountaineers climb up to eclipse like the whole sun.

Cause it's been said that two would know what to do, it'd been told.

Shadows of the mountain,

don't tell them what's under.

The breadth and the height

of an undiscovered first.

Shadows of the mountain,

don't tell them what's in store.

The height and the breadth,

is it wrong to want more?

Is this the right mountain

For us to climb?

Is this the way to live

For you to be mine?

Is this the right river

For us to ford?

Is this the way you live

For me to be yours?

Is this the way to live

For me to be yours?

Is this the way you live?

Is it wrong to want more?

(Is this the way to live for me to be yours?

Is this the way to live? Is it wrong to want more?)