Remember the way that we used to get around All of the people we wanted to be All of the mess that we were kept breaking down Running away from our history ♪ How does it feel to be on your own again Hitting the ground on your own two feet Gotta believe that there's nothing better than nowhere to go and nothing to be But you were some kind of magic You were so fantastic Beautiful and tragic Turning it up, turning me on ♪ Picture yourself in the perfect photograph Making the face you want them to see Gotta believe that we're all just living that highly creative reality You were some kind of magic You were so fantastic Beautiful and tragic Turning it up, turning me on ♪ Running on we all go looking for this day Trying to find our way home Closer every day Running on we all go up and on our way Trying to find our way home Closer every day You were some kind of magic You were so fantastic Beautiful and tragic Turning it up, turning me on