After All These Years - Silverchair (银椅合唱团)

Breathe in the night

That crushed a tired sunrise

Born again the day

Brings young 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 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 times

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