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
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