After All These Years — Silverchair

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

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