till the colors run together, it’s not the answer you expected,
till we all try to remember what it felt like when we were children,

and the world was spinning ‘round us,
for the beauty fraught with danger,
before the answers, before they taught us,
how to hurry, not to wonder, and you know

things are never gonna be the same again..

till the colors form a pattern, make a patchwork in your memory,
all the moments stitched together, call it comfort, call it history,

with an angel at your shoulder,
how you loved her and what you told her,
when the world was spinning ‘round us,
before the answers, before they taught us, and you know,

things are never gonna be the same again..

at the first light of the morning,
as the darkness slowly softens,
till the colors break the surface,
is that the answer you expected? no,

things are never gonna be the same again..

it’s not the answer you expected…