(Melanie Safka)I'm tired of seeing the pictureYou're painting of yourselfYou with the borrowed colorsThat you picked from someone elseMaybe you're a movieOr some best selling bookI know your mirrored morningsIn rehearsal of your looksOh your cause is oh so beautifulYou're ready to beginYou're going to play the good guysBy singing the good guys hymnAh you're building the halls with the outer wallsBut you haven't got a thing withinThe innocence of childrenIs the manner you supposeAnd you can describe in full detailWhat we already knowAh your cause is all so prettyAnd we're ready to beginWe're going to play the good guysBy singing the good guys hymnAh we're building the halls with the outer wallsBut we haven't got a thing withinBut if we keep on tryingThough our purpose isn't clearWe just may move the universeWe'll learn to really careEventually the whole facadeBecomes more than a whimBy starting to build on the outsideWe're gonna fill up the walls withinBy starting to build on the outsideWe'll fill up the wallls withinEventually the whole facadeBecomes more than a whimAnd by starting to build on the outsideWe're gonna fill up the wallsWe're gonna fill up the walls within