my earth is somebody’s ceiling

🎶So how do you do it? With just words and just music, capture the feeling that my earth is somebody’s ceiling..🎶 —are the lines to Sara Bareilles’ song Chasing the Sun.

‘My earth is somebody’s ceiling’ have been my favorite caption to pictures I take such as above.

I love that song since the first time I heard it. Those lyrics above are my favorite lines. Because it, literally and figuratively, is true. The entire song may sound sad but it’s message is a positive one —that life is not meant to be wasted.

And since today is that time of the year where we go to cemeteries and remember those who passed before us and the lives they had lived, I think it’s a perfect time to share this song. (something to think about)

Chasing the Sun – Sara Bareilles

Lyrics

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

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