Chasing The Sun

It's a really old city Stuck 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 But 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 But always be chasing the sun! All we can do is try And live like we're still alive It's a really old city Stuck 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 But 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 --- Chasing the Sun - Sara Bareilles