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