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