Their moon was cardboard, fragile.
It was very apt to fray.
And what was last night scenic may seem cynic by today.
The play's not done.
Oh no, not quite.
For life never ends in the moonlit night.
And despite what pretty poets say, the night is only half the day.
So we would like to truly finish what was foolishly begun.
For the story is not ended, and the play is never done until we've all of us been burned
a bit, and burnished by the sun.
This plum is too ripe.
Sorry.
Please don't watch me while I'm eating.
Sorry.
You're about to drown that magnolia.
Sorry.
You're standing in my *.
What?
Sorry.
Take away the golden moonbeams.
Take away the tinsel sky.
What at night seems oh so scenic may be cynic by and by.
Take away the painted sunsets.
Take away the blue lagoon.
What at night seems oh so scenic may be cynic much too soon.
Take away the sense of drama.
Take away the puppet play.
What at night seems oh so scenic may be cynic by and by.
Take away the secret meetings.
Take away the chance to fight.
What at night seems oh so scenic may be cynic in the light.
So take it away and paint it upright.
So take it away and decorate it.
So take it away, that's hard as you might.
I say that it really is a pity.
It used to be so pretty.
Take away the golden moonbeams.
Take away the painted sunsets.
Take away the sense of drama.
Take away the secret meetings.
Take away the chance to fight.
What at night seems oh so scenic may be cynic in the light.
By and by.
Much too soon.
By and by.
This plum is too ripe.
Sorry!
Take away the golden moonbeams.
Take away the sense of drama.
Take away the secret meetings.
Take away the chance to fight.
What at night seems oh so scenic may be cynic in the light.
So take it away and paint it upright.
What at night seems oh so scenic may be cynic in the light.