Why Are We Here? — Stratovarius

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