My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light.

I've looked at life from both sides,
From win and lose and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall;
I really don't know life at all...

We are stardust,
We are golden,
And we go to get ourselves
Back to the garden.
It's spring !