How the Poet Goes Songtext
von Po' Girl

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