When the stars are gone forever and planets 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 an answer, so what if my terror dies.   And I want to find an 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.