How Much? Lyrics

Truth be told
That growing old
Is a curse I couldn't wish
On the best of my friends
The cylce, returning
There's no beginning
And the end can't find itself

I need some answers
Head spinning faster
Grab hold to something to catch my breath
But there's no air
So I just believe
I want to just believe
I can't just believe
So I just believe

The price we pay for the truth
Is far too steep
It's out of line
But I'd save up to buy it
All if I only had the time

Engulfed in flames
I search your words
And try to make sense of it all
In such a rush
I snuggle up
In blankets and wait for the fall

I'm desperate for answers.