The Lifting Lyrics

	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.

	zuo ci : 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.

	zuò cí : 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.

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