When can we do this again?
When can I see you again?

Switch on the sky and the stars glow for you
Go see the world 'cause it's all so brand new
Don't close your eyes 'cause your future's ready to shine
It's just a matter of time, before we learn how to fly
Welcome to the rhythm of the night
There's something in the air you can't deny

It's been fun but now I've got to go
Life is way too short to take it slow
But before I go and hit the road
I gotta know, 'til then,
when can we do this again

Why do you sit there on the floor so quiet and silent, tell me,

mother dear?

The rain is coming in through the open window, making you all

wet, and you don't mind it.

Do you hear the gong striking four? It is time for my brother

to come home from school.

What has happened to you that you look so strange?

Haven't you got a letter from father today?

I saw the postman bringing letters in his bag for almost

everybody in the town.

Only father's letters he keeps to read himself. I am sure the

postman is a wicked man.

But don't be unhappy about that, mother dear.

Tomorrow is market day in the next village. You ask your maid

to buy some pens and papers.

I myself will write all father's letters; you will not find

a single mistake.

I shall write from A right up to K.

But, mother, why do you smile?

You don't believe that I can write as nicely as father does!

But I shall rule my paper carefully, and write all the letters

beautifully big.

When I finish my writing do you think I shall be so foolish

as father and drop it into the horrid postman's bag?

I shall bring it to you myself without waiting, and letter by

letter help you to read my writing.

I know the postman does not like to give you the really nice

letters

If the day is done,

if birds sing no more,

if the wind has flagged tired,

then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me,

even as thou hast wrapt the earth with the coverlet of sleep

and tenderly closed the petals of the drooping lotus at dusk

Mother, I do want to leave off my lessons now. I have been at my

book all the morning.

You say it is only twelve o'clock. Suppose it isn't any later;

can't you ever think it is afternoon when it is only twelve

o'clock?

I can easily imagine now that the sun has reached the edge of

that rice-field, and the old fisher-woman is gathering herbs for

her supper by the side of the pond.

I can just shut my eyes and think that the shadows are growing

darker under the madar tree, and the water in the pond looks shiny

black.

If twelve o'clock can come in the night, why can't the night

come when it is twelve o'clock?

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who kept all of his cash in a bucket.
But his daughter, named Nan,
Ran away with a man
And as for the bucket, Nan took it

If I could live forever then
I don't know what I'd do
Forgot just what I meant to say
But I'm still in love with you
The future sounds boring
Without the one you love
So while we're here in here and now
Can we have some fun

Let's make out
Let's make out