Dance to the way she'll perform at a costume ball
Yeah, that's my impression of you
Bank on a life all your own
Now, now
But I found out
It all
You ought to know your burial

You want it all
So you carry on
Yeah, you!
You want it all

Better break your silence for some harmony, barely
Formally passing by
You grow so sad and lonely like a thief
As if you're out of time or lines

And I decide if I should maybe dot a line or maybe run away
In time, feel like a quarter bet
Where's the choice in this?
Where's the choice when you want it all?

Another way to save your voice
Another way to take your time
Another way to make some noise
Another way to say you're right, like always

You want it all
Like always
Like always
Like always, you want it all

Ready?
Yeah, cut it.