He stood back and watched He watched his answers unfolding Floating high, despite the weight they're holding The eyes will feast The tongue will tell The hands will build Each and every choice They stand like mountains, before him They are the dread that shadows every morning Behind your present state of mind, there is a search, a drive, momentum The eyes will feast The tongue will tell The hands will build Feast Tell Build And the heart will fill Despite that constant, chasing, final breath