I stared at the mountain, the mountain stared at me

I couldn't hold its gaze, I couldn't bare what I might see

Tell Mary I never chose to come but all too late

This time the time has chosen me

The fields of ice are blinding white

The crystal light so piercing – there's no air for us to breathe

Too close to the sun

Burning up, bleaching out

Too close to the sun



The calling's always been the same

To the source of light and beauty cast upon our lives

And desert hieppies, warrior monks, addicts all

Staring out from hollowed eyes

With melting wax and feathers falling

And far below the old world turning sad and slow

Too close to the sun

Burning up, bleaching out

Too close to the sun

Sweat cold upon my skin and pounding in my chest

Reaching out to touch

too high, too far, too fast, too much

Too close to the sun