Everyone, wants everything
No matter the cost, we're longing to live in the 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

I'm in want, of simple things
mourning the lost, and what could have been

When did I let go, to all that I used to know?
This grave mistake, is left in absence of hope

And 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
What a cost for love
a cost for love

I'm going back to the start
I'm going back to the start