"Flying" lyrics

Flying
I thought I'd never learn that flying
I thought I'd spend my whole life trying
For flying is that ancient art
Of keeping one foot on the ground

Lying
I thought I'd never keep from lying
I thought I'd lose it all by sighing
For lying is that ancient art
Of hiding words that will never be found

Crying
I thought I'd never stop that crying
I thought I'd always dream of dying
For crying is that ancient art
Of weeping rivers into the ground

Oh, dying
I thought I'd never see that dying
I thought I'd spend my whole life flying
For dying is that ancient art
Of keeping one world turning round

Sighing
I thought I'd never keep from sighing
I thought I'd always be there crying
For sighing is that ancient art
Of breathing sadness all around

And trying
I thought I'd spend my seasons trying
I thought I could stop myself from lying
For trying is that ancient art
Of proving that the world is round

Oh, flying, oh-oh
Lying, oh-oh
Crying, oh-oh
Sighing, oh-oh
Trying, oh-oh
And dying, oh-oh
For dying is that ancient art
Of growing flowers in the ground
Yes, it is