From now to then and then to when shall we ever see? If we are blind and we are kind what ever shall we be? As we trip as we flip from you to me, Gonna shine gonna whine like it was meant to be. Fly away Not today Gentle grace of glee. Gonna stay Gonna stay So some others can sigh. As soon as now however how whatever to try. From your heart whichever part would you let it die? To know to grow is it a lie? From now to then and then to when are we gonna cry?