Flying

Flying
I thought I never
Learn of
Flying
I thought I spend
My whole life
Trying
For fly is
A ancient art
To keep one foot
On the ground

Lying
I thought I never
Keep from lying
I thought I losing
All my sighing
For lie is a ancient art
Of hiding words
That we never be found

Crying
I thought I never
Stop that
Crying
I thought I always
Dream of dying
For cry is
A ancient art
Of weeping rivers
Into the ground

Oh dying
I thought I never
See that
Dying
I thought I spend
My whole life
Crying
For die is
A ancient art
Of keeping one world
Turning around

Sighing
I thought I never
Keep from sighing
I thought I'm always
Be there
Crying
For sighing is
A ancient art
Within sadness
All around

And trying
I thought I spend
My seasons
Trying
I thought I can't stop
Myself from lying
For try is a ancient art
Aproving that the world
Is round

Oh dying, oh, oh
Flying, oh, oh
Crying, oh, oh