We go back to the days of old
And we see the life we've been dreaming of
So we run through the fields of gold
Til we find a place we can see it all
Never stop until we're gone
The highest peaks we overcome
Cast them out into the water
Imaginary sons and daughters
Remember where we're coming from
And forget the things we've done
So many ghosts to call our own
You know you want it too much
But it'll never be enough
I think it's time we called it off
Can we really call this love
We go back to the days of old
And we see the life we've been dreaming of
So we run through the fields of gold
Til we find a place we can see it all
Never stop until we're gone
The highest peaks we overcome
Cast them out into the water
Imaginary sons and daughters
Remember where we're coming from
And forget the things we've done
So many ghosts to call our own
You know you want it too much
But it'll never be enough
I think it's time we called it off
Can we really call this love
And our blood will run like silver
And our scars will shine like gold
And we'll never see our skin as something whole
And our lungs are breathing fire
And our eyes become so cold
And we'll never see that treasure any more
You know you want it too much
But it'll never be enough
I think it's time we called it off
Can we really call this love