作词 : Buck, Mills, Stipe Grounded, 5 a.m., the night lite is comforting But gravity is holding you. Once settled into sleep, You have watched On repeat the story of your life Across the ceiling And in review.
You've said the air was singing. Its calling you, you don't believe. These things you've never seen.
Good morning, how are you? The weathers fine, The sky is blue. Its perfect for our seminar.
Now close your eyes and start to breathe, Allow the noise to recede, Allow yourself to drift and fly away. But you just stay.
You've said the air was singing, Its calling you, you don't believe These things you've never seen, Never heard.
Did you hear these voices? Did you hear these voices calling? Did you hear these voices calling you?
Locked into a conference room, Were only what our minds assume And rationale is leaving you.
This conceit these systems of belief Your counselor agrees You always mark these boundaries now you're free And with relief.
You've said the air was singing, Its calling you, you don't believe These things you've never seen, Never heard, never dreamed.
You said the air was singing, Its calling you, you don't believe These things you've never seen, Never heard, never dreamed.
Never, never, never...
Once you had a dream Of oceans and sunken cities, Memories of things you've never known And you have left alone.
作词 : Buck, Mills, Stipe Grounded, 5 a.m., the night lite is comforting But gravity is holding you. Once settled into sleep, You have watched On repeat the story of your life Across the ceiling And in review.
You've said the air was singing. Its calling you, you don't believe. These things you've never seen.
Good morning, how are you? The weathers fine, The sky is blue. Its perfect for our seminar.
Now close your eyes and start to breathe, Allow the noise to recede, Allow yourself to drift and fly away. But you just stay.
You've said the air was singing, Its calling you, you don't believe These things you've never seen, Never heard.
Did you hear these voices? Did you hear these voices calling? Did you hear these voices calling you?
Locked into a conference room, Were only what our minds assume And rationale is leaving you.
This conceit these systems of belief Your counselor agrees You always mark these boundaries now you're free And with relief.
You've said the air was singing, Its calling you, you don't believe These things you've never seen, Never heard, never dreamed.
You said the air was singing, Its calling you, you don't believe These things you've never seen, Never heard, never dreamed.
Never, never, never...
Once you had a dream Of oceans and sunken cities, Memories of things you've never known And you have left alone.
