The Art Of Letting Go (group music video)

Описание: Thank you thank you THANK YOU for all of you who sent in your deeply personal moments of everyday magic. I was tearing up editing this - your videos truly speak to the wonder of our world, its beauty, and the poignant nature of its impermanence.
Thank you for sharing your most pressure resource: your time🩷


Instagram:   / anja.kotar  
Facebook:   / anjakotarartist  
Site: http://www.anjakotar.com
Merch store: https://anjakotar.myshopify.com/

listen to ‘The Art Of Letting Go’ on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/1III3l...
listen to ‘The Art Of Letting Go’ on Apple Music:   / the-art-of-letting-go-single  
listen to ‘The Art Of Letting Go’ on SoundCloud:   / the-art-of-letting-go  


COVER by Vida Iglicar
IG: https://www.instagram.com/vidaiglicar...
Site: http://www.vidaiglicar.com/


SONG
Written & produced by: Anja Kotar
Strings arranged & recorded by: Yoed Nir
Mixed & mastered by: Noah Taylor



LYRICS:
I guess it fits it’s raining
Even the sky is crying
That every good thing has to end

You hold on to the moment
But it doesn’t hold on to you
Turns out that it’s a fickle friend


What kind of cruelty did it take to shape the temporary state
Of all I’ve known and all I’ve loved?
I’ve spent my life trying to bottle up a running river
And building houses in a flood


Were we ever meant to learn
Life’s just roads with no return?
Of all the things I wish that I could know
I think it’s the art of letting go


I see it in the mirror
I see it in the garden
The quiet, steady march of time

I see it in my parents
I see it in my hometown
The universe’s greatest crime


What kind of madness did it take to shape the momentary state
Of all I’ve tasted, all I’ve heard?
I’ll spend my days trying to catch a lightning in a bottle
It makes it worth it getting hurt


Were we ever meant to learn
Life’s just roads with no return?
Of all the things I wish that I could know
I think it’s the art of letting go


I think I’m realizing
It all comes down to choices
Of who I give my hours to

It’s what gets left behind and
Whittled down with time that
Scars my heart all the way through


I don’t think we’re meant to learn
Life’s just roads with no return
Of all the things I’m sure I’ll never know
It must be the art of letting—