When the stars are gone forever and plantes are turned into dust

It's a good to escape to lie in the haze

In the past I found the answer in music and drinking and lust

Waiting for the end and counting the days



But I want to find the answer, so what if my terror dies

And I want to find the answer, I look in your eyes



Why are we here? Maybe you hold the answer



When the skies are dark and winter has hidden the city in snow

I remember summer's not far away

And it seems the days are shorter and hours are passing so slow

It's a nice escape to roll in the hay