Lyrics
Nothing's without passion,
Or so the fortune cookie read,
You live the world you choose to fashion,
i guess the pattern has been set,
There's a building, just slightly in the distance,
With steel beams that reach to the stars,
All i can do is gawk at its existance,
i realize now we've come so far
It makes me warm thinking of it,
It makes me feel legitimate
(chorus)
That building can be ours,
We can make that climb to the top,
Staring down at tiny people and their cars,
Let that private helicopter land,
We can make that climb to the top,
Taking flights of fancy with no destination planned
i felt a bit of artistry,
i felt some inspiration,
i felt the world was not yet thinking,
i felt it was time i did some speaking
But it's not such a clear vision,
Such is the plight of the conceptual mind,
i'm still working out this masterpiece,
blah blah blah, something that rhymes
It makes me warm thinking of it,
It makes me feel legitimate
(chorus)
That building can be ours,
We can make that climb to the top,
Staring down at tiny people and their cars,
Let that private helicopter land,
We can make that climb to the top,
Taking flights of fancy with no destination planned
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