After All These Years

Silverchair—Diorama

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

Ooh, I see

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

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Ahh…entah kenapa, setelah bertahun-tahun denger lagu ini tetep aja dapet feeling yang sama. Kadang-kadang hal semacam ini memang terjadi…