Silverchair
After All These Years
Breathe in the night That crushed a tired sunrise Born again the day Brings you naivety A laptop souvenir is worth its weight In silver a 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 a summer day After all these years Forget about all the troubled times Munificent, artless and ascetic Playing like a scared Enthusiastic pawn And every father's pain Casts a shadow over a broken son You'll be whole again And I'll be whole again All those years I was hurting to feel Something more than life
From Letras Mania