Come, meet me therenin the skynsearch the starsnwhat we'll findndeep inside,nendless timento ask a godnwhy we're . . .nnherenwe breathncan seenourselvesnwhy breezes blownwhy we grow oldnntake,nme awaynso far awaynto any placenouter spacenask the earthnwhy we're . . .nnherenwe breathncan seenourselvesnwhy breezes blownwhy we grow oldnnto face our destinies,nso find a soul and sell it cheap,ntime's short and we're knee deep,nso face it, teach me to believenor fake it, just assure me pleasenor fake it, just assure me pleasenor fake it, just assure me please.nnherenwe breathncan seenourselvesnwhy breezes blownwhy we grow old