This feeling is ingrained in me
No one ever comes or leaves
Oh that pretty little heart of she
There lies a little part of me

Sun shining through a
magnifying glass
Broken by the leaves
of the cherry tree you're sitting under
This view is free
Sad singing with some
merry ringing taken
to the third degree

A nice medaphor will work
now and again
Do you disagree?

Sun shining through a
magnifying glass
Broken by the leaves
Of the cherry tree you're sitting under
This view is free
Sad singing with some
merry ringing
To the third degree

I think I'll keep them for myself
It's just an
escape from reality.