She has an art to the way she moves
There’s an art to the way she moves
There’s an art to the way she breathes
She has an art to the way she breathes

She is holding the time in her own two hands
And she is twisting the vine on the pendulum

She has an art to the way she moves
There’s an art to the way she moves
There’s an art to the way she leaves
She has an art to the way she leaves

She is holding the colors to the canvas sky
She is turning them in to reasons why

There’s a work of art buried in my heart
And it’s where you are

She has an art to the way she moves
There’s an art to the way she moves
There’s an art to the way she breathes
She has an art to the way she breathes

She is turning around in the yellow-lit sun
And she is catching the eye of everyone

There’s a work of art buried in my heart
And it’s where you are.