Chasing The Sun

(альбом: The Blessed Unrest - 2013)

It's a really old city
Split between the dead and the living
So I thought to myself,
Sitting on a graveyard shelf
As the echo of heartbeats,
From the ground below my feet
Filled a cemetery in the center of Queens

I started running the maze of the names and the dates,
Some older than others
The skyscrapers, little tombstone brothers
With Manhattan behind her,
Three million stunning reminders
Built a cemetery in the center of Queens

You said, remember that life is not meant to be wasted
We can always be chasing the sun!
So fill up your lungs and just run
We'll always be chasing the sun

So how do you do it,
With just words and just music,
Capture the feeling
That my earth is somebody's ceiling,
Can I deliver in sound,
The weight of the ground
Of a cemetery in the center of Queens

There's a history through her
Sent to us as a gift from the future
To show us the proof
More than that, it's to dare us to move
And to open our eyes
And to learn from the sky
From a cemetery in the center of Queens

You said, remember that life is not meant to be wasted
We can always be chasing the sun!
So fill up your lungs and just run
We'll always be chasing the sun

All we can do is try
And live like we're still alive

It's a really old city
Split between the dead and the living
So I thought to myself
Sitting on a graveyard shelf
And the gift of my heartbeat
Sounds like a symphony
Played by a cemetery in the center of Queens

You said, remember that life is not meant to be wasted
We can always be chasing the sun!
So fill up your lungs and just run
We'll always be chasing the sun

All we can do is try
And live like we're still alive

All we can do is try
And live like we're still alive