The Art Of Living

Cherry trees in bloom View from my living room Remind me Of all the times I've lied Or wished that I had died And it soothes me She set me on her knee And told me to be free And healthy And she pushed me on the floor To teach me how to fall To save me Chorus To view the rest up close Feels deeper than the most Where it started, where it started Where it started, where it started Where it started, where it started Where it started, where it started Verse 2 The countless ants in holes Are reclusive little moles Of feeling That the center is from them An echoing from wind The hole began So consider this, for now The wisdom of the cow Moves me in Words are not the heart Of the secret to the art Of living Chorus To view the rest up close Feels deeper than most La, la, la, la Lala-lala La, la, la, la Lala-lala La, la, la, la Lala-lala La, la, la, la Lala-lala