How do you count the cost Of picking up the phone Can you add up what is lost And never feeling you're alone Nothing comes for nothing But my love is for free Given from a heart that's wild and true But it all adds up to nothing If you cannot see How precious is the flame that I Have given you to hold And girl I'm asking nothing back from you In the dark before the dawn I follow your street I wrap my hand around these thorns And lay these roses at your feet Nothing comes for nothing But my love is for free Given from a heart that's wild and true But it all adds up to nothing If you cannot see How precious is the flame that I Have given you to hold And girl I'm asking nothing back from you From you Girl, from you How precious is the flame I give to you and no one else but you Nothing comes for nothing But my love is for free Given from a heart that's wild and true But it all adds up to nothing If you cannot see How precious is the flame that I Have given you to hold And girl I'm asking nothing back from you How precious is the flame that I Have given you to hold And girl I'm asking nothing back from you Nothing back from you