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  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