Chasing the Sun by Sara Bareilles

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 
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

This song is my inspiration. So is Brave.