Though this world may be unkind
 there's no sense whining over our spilled wine 
 it amounts to nothing but wasted time 
 and wasted time's not a friend of mine
 so long time lover let's head for the hills  [bad word] from this town in the search for our fountain
 one day they'll ?nd us frozen and still 
 miles from this life on top of a mountain 
 where we'll stay preserved in the ice from decay 
 as the world melts away 
 every color burns to grey 
 millions of years shrink down to one long day 
 planets and spheres reduce to balls of clay 
 will it all seem so still when the dream's been ful?lled? 
 When the world stands still the journey's ful?lled