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 
(repeat 4 times) 

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