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