When the stars are gone forever
And planets are turned into dust,
It's a good 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.
Why are we here?
Maybe you hold the answer.

When the sky is 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.

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.
Why are we here?
Maybe you hold the answer.