How The Poet Goes

We might as well lift up the glass

We might as well rejoice in random chance

And take our pleasure while we can

'Cause we'll be gone real soon

Sweet daffodils like sentinels

Mad magpies try to tease the crows

Now think of how the poet goes

And we'll be gone real soon

We'll be gone real soon, we'll be gone real soon

The stars are dead, you're the moon

And we'll be gone real soon

We crave and sing we fight and cry

We are never, never satisfied

At times succumb to boredom's bribe

And we'll be gone real soon

Feelings full but heart tight locked

Is this how the romance stops?

When the moment never comes

And we'll be gone real soon

We'll be gone real soon, we'll be gone real soon

The stars are dead, you're the moon

And we'll be gone real soon

Forsythia smiles to greet the spring

The graveyard blooms in copenhagen

We're waltzing high upon a whim

And we'll be gone real soon

So we sing

Love is everything love is everything

Love is everything love is everything

And we'll be gone real soon

We'll be gone real soon, we'll be gone real soon

The stars are dead, you're the moon

And we'll be gone real soon

And we'll be gone real soon,we'll be gone real soon

The stars are dead, you're the moon

And we'll be gone real soon