Here I go again,
my mind set on something
that seems vital

Carrying out my plan,
fighting to climb upstream
like a salmon


Whatever it may take,
however dull the ache,

the longing will be stronger
than the pain


Another wishful wait,
another striving day;
fulfilment seems to be

only a little step away...

To make it, to take it in,

to discover it's no longer cool:
bitter satisfaction
To drop it, to pick new dreams:

bad ambition burning inside my brain
like a strange infection...


What is wrong with me?
How to simply enjoy the taste
of the present, of this moment, of today?

Am I really meant for this?
Will it always be the same?
Will there always be a white whale out there to chase?


To make it, to take it in,
to discover it's no longer cool:

bitter satisfaction
To drop it, to pick new dreams:
bad ambition burning inside my brain

like a strange infection...

It's a spur inside,

it's a curse we know so well
since an ape came down the tree
just to look for something else;

since Ulysses' ship
set its sails toward the Unknown,
to the edge of this world,

something worth dying searchin' for...

Marching up ahead

to the bright horizon line:
every single step we make,
it will take a step behind

Don't laugh now,
'cause it's part of us:
even knowing it by heart,

we'll never stop to try,

to make it, to take it in,

to discover it's no longer cool:
bitter satisfaction
To drop it, to pick new dreams:

bad ambition burning inside our brains
like a strange infection...