SILVERCHAIR

Breathe in the night that crushed a tired sunrise Born again the day, brings young naivety A laptop souvenir is worth the weight in silver and 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 the 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 time

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