We'll Solve It After

You know as well as I
that even beauty has to die,
and beauty is a bed of joy
where we two lovers lie.

And these moments may just be
a flash in the frying pan,
"You see, nothing lasts"
is what you said to me
- it's what we both believe.

And I know you've a lover back at home
but it pleases me just to be alone
with you
- you said you felt it, too.

And must I bid you adieu?
Is your Irish song to take leave soon?
Is it fear that will take your lips away?

It's a problem that we grasp in between
the laughter.
But you say "Hey, forget it. We'll solve it after."

When you climb on top of me
it makes it easier to see
that delight is a fair maiden,
and I shall not darken thee.

And even when I am fatigued
in fact, I'd say especially,
it's then that you will
melt my melancholy.

And it ain't so strenuous to see
that you just might be
even drowsily,
mine.

But must I,
with this aching pleasure nigh,
fear that your soul will go away?

It's a problem that we've yet to master.
But you say "Hey, forget it. We'll solve it after."

But eventually I'll have to leave
despite how I dread to leave you be;
that bed of ours is so serene
- it is quite a scene.

But even scenes, however long they seem,
have to cease to be, "You see, nothing lasts,"
is what you said to me
- it's what we both believe.

But for a moment can we just see
what it's like to leave the world be...

And must I
put aside this dream?
Is it fear that will take your words away?

It's a problem that we grasp as our hearts beat faster.
But you say "Hey, forget it. We'll solve it after."