They say chasing dreams is noble
Well catching them is tragic
When you're right on the heels of your heart's desires
The distance is magic
When it's on the tip of my tongue
When it's on the tip of my tongue
We're a lost generation with no sense of self Everybody wants to be someone else
Run from love to a stranger's embrace
Only to find the thrill of the chase
When it's on the tip of my tongue
When it's on the tip of my tongue
Suck the poison, bite the wound
Chase the facade
Finish lines that come too soon
And the thirsty always finds the mirage
We're a lost generation with no sense of self Everyone wants to be somebody else
Run from love to a stranger's embrace
Only to find the thrill of the chase
They say chasing dreams is noble
But I know that it's tragic
When you're right on the heels of your heart's desires
The distance is magic
The distance is magic
The tip of my tongue
