After All These Years Lyrics - Diorama - 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