THE EGO OF HUMAN HANDS Lyrics

I'd paint a picture in the sky

If I ever got there

I wouldn't look back at the ground

But I'm sure they'd be staring

At someone who looks just like 'em

With a canvas and brush saying"One day I'll touch

The sky that he's living on"

I'd pour my heart out in a song

Make it blossom from the air

Change the seasons with the verse

Spill my passion just to share it

With someone who looks just like me but

He'd do it better if given the chance

Or maybe that's the ego of human hands

If you were to tie me down to my core

Strip all the lights and yank out the floor

I would be terrified and exposed

To live in the shadows and uncover my bones

I've heard that's why art comes at a price

It listens real close and it cries when you cry

So next time I weep over work of my own

I'll know that there's beauty in those tears that flow

I'd dig my hands into a rock

Make it speak of what's inside

Let the motion of the grooves

Be the helper and my guide

To feel the sculpture be clearer

But when on display, someone will say"I never liked clay"

I'd burn my heart out on some prose

Or a shattered haiku

Read some Whitman or Frost

And learn from the two

But only if what they wrote told me

That I did it better when given the chance

Or maybe that's the ego of human hands

If you were to tie me down to my core

Strip all the lights and yank out the floor

I would be terrified and exposed

To live in the shadows and uncover my bones

I've heard that's why art comes at a price

It listens real close and it cries when you cry

So next time I weep over work of my own

I'll know that there's beauty, ooh

I can work it out

Iron creases down

But I've never been more than human

Take the safest route

No one's asking"How did you find the solution?"

I can work it out

Iron creases down

But I've never been more than human

Take the safest route

No one's asking"How did you find the solution?"

I can work it out

Iron creases down

But I've never been more than human

Take the safest route

No one's asking"How did you find the solution?"

If you were to tie me down to my core

Strip all the lights and yank out the floor

I would be terrified and exposed

To live in the shadows and uncover my bones

I've heard that's why art comes at a price

It listens real close and it cries when you cry

So next time I weep over work of my own

I'll know that there's beauty in those tears that flow