Everyone wants everything no matter the cost, we're longing to live in a dream.
But we can't let go to all that we think we know, this great escape until we give up the ghost.
But why are we so worried more about the hurry and less about the harm?
Always trying to conquer that which does not offer anything more than a broken heart.
Oh what a cost for love.
Only want oh simple things, mourning the loss and what could have been.
When did I let go to all that I use to know this grave mistake has left an absence of hope.
But why are we so worried more about the hurry and less about the harm?
Always trying to conquer that which does not offer anything more than a broken heart.
Oh what a cost for love [x4]
I'm going back to the start.