if we burn our wings
flying too close to the sun
if the moment of glory
is over before its begun
if the dream is won
though everything is lost
we will pay the price
but we will not count the cost

when the dust has cleared
and victory is denied
the plan was too lofty
the river a little too wide
if we keep our pride
though paradise is lost
we will pay the price
but we will not count the cost

and as the music stops
theres only the sound of the rain
all the hope and the glory
all the sacrifice in vain
and only love remains
though everything is lost
we will pay the price
but we will not count the cost

and all the love remains