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

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)

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

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)