I count the stars almost every day, 
the aging astronauts have floated away.

I watch the future from the edge of a knife, 
the same stars that killed you will bring you life. 

Will you go on without your friends? 
There's a time for everything except the end. 

The same future hasn't got the same past. 
You've seen the good times, baby can you make them last? 

I ride a plane almost every day; 
I've seen the freaks lost in the Milky Way. 

Will we go on until the end? 
I know it's coming, but I just don't know when.