Verse 1 We chase perfection in polished shoes, Borrowed dreams, motivational news. Every poster says “Reach the sky”, Printed by someone afraid of heights. We frame our goals in golden light, Ignore the fine print out of sight. If “almost there” had its own view, We’d stop and say, “This’ll do.” Pre-Chorus We swear we want the top-floor scene, Then peek down softly — hands on knees. Chorus We aim so high, we aim so fast, Till the ground looks distant through the glass. Dreams look better from far below, Up close they ask what we don’t know. Oh, we climb and climb, full of pride, Then ask politely for the elevator ride. Verse 2 We dress ambition nice and clean, Call it purpose, call it “being seen”. Every summit shines like gold, Till it’s windy, cramped, and slightly cold. We want the view, the claim, the crown, Just not the silence looking down. If success came with a safety rail, We’d brag louder when we tell the tale. Pre-Chorus We shout “I’ve got this!” loud and clear, Then whisper, “Is there a handrail here?” Chorus We aim so high, we forget the fear, Till the height gets personal, crystal clear. Ideals glow till the makeup’s gone, Turns out they’re human — carry-on. Oh, we climb and climb, hearts aligned, Then remember we don’t love the height. Bridge Maybe the top is overrated, Crowded, loud, and badly ventilated. Maybe the dream was just a sign, Pointing up — not saying “stay there all the time”. Final Chorus We aim so high, and that’s okay, Just bring some humor on the way. If the view makes our knees complain, We’ll wave, laugh, and come down again. Oh, we climb, we try, we redefine, Turns out the dream grows legs — and walks behind. Outro Still chasing stars with stylish grace… Just from a height we can actually face.
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