I can only feel and think in the language of   Clinches others have concocted for you   Pre-fabricated, pre-conception   Worn like the walls all around you, all around you      How good to walk with the caprice of God?   How good to talk with the caprice of God?   Build your ivory tower so you can scratch the sky      How now could I forget to that, you're not finished yet tonight   All that you have done, still adding up for the sum   This totem has some use, this total of abuse   Real life is never used as truth      Angry artillery on your tongue   Bows and arrows highly strung   Same shadows I can see right through   Whenever I, I picture you      How good to walk with the caprice of God?   How good to talk with the caprice of God?   An ordinary human, an ordinary mortal, an ordinary model   Build your ivory tower so you can touch the sky      Build your ivory tower so you can touch the sky   The sky, touch the sky      Build your ivory tower so you can scratch the sky      And don't hide inside the sentiment   The real test is never finished yet   Face up, collect the interest   Of all the idiots you should detest      How good to walk with the caprice of God?   How good to talk with the caprice of God?   An ordinary human, an ordinary mortal, an ordinary model      Build your ivory tower so you can screw up the sky   No ordinary mortal, no ordinary model