Notebook Lyrics - Innocence Mission

I showed him my notebook 

The underside of my soul 

Released in scribbles on pages 

He smiled and held my hand 

I knew that he would see 

For he dreams of touching beauty, too 

There has to be more than the work day 

He's painting houses 

He's painting houses for a while 

I'm home to his canvas 

Coming to life 

I write in my notebook 

With feeling that takes me by surprise 

And thoughts that I don't know I have 

They're hidden by useless facts 

That I've compiled at the office where I work 

Where there is no time for feeling anything 

You see, I just work there 

To finance my real life 

That begins with scribbles on pages 

And thoughts of how and when 

Museums on Sundays 

Whenever we, can we both go 

And stay there for hours 

Feeding our spirits 

And beauty is still free 

And beauty is not exclusive 

And beauty is ours to touch and to know 

To touch and know 

Don't you think there's more, I really have to know? 

Don't you think there's more to life? 

Don't you think there's more, I really have to know? 

Don't you think there's more to life? 

Don't you think there's more to life? 

Don't you think there's more to life? 

Don't you think there's more to life? 

And don't you think there's more to life? 

Don't you think there's more to life?