Silverchair | Lyrics | After All These Years

Breathe in the night that crushed a tired sunrise
Born again the day, brings young naivety
A laptop souvenir is worth the weight in silver and golden, son
You'll be home again and I'll be home again

Mend in my sleep, I'm boxing under water
Waddle on the wake, waking on the summer day, a summer day

And after all these years
Forget about all the troubled times
And after all these years
Forget about all the troubled times

And every father's pain casts a shadow over a broken son
You'll be whole again and I'll be whole again
Munificent, artless and ascetic
Playing like a scared enthusiastic pawn

After all these years
Forget about all the troubled times
And after all these years
Forget about all the troubled times, the troubled time

All those years, I was hurting to feel
Something more than life
All those years

After all these years
Forget about all the troubled times
And after all these years
Forget about all the troubled times
And after all these years
Forget about all the troubled times, the troubled times

All those years, I was hurting to feel
Something more than life