Silverchair - After All These Years

Breathe in the night
That crushed a tired sunrise
Born again the day brings young naivety

A laptop souvenir is worth it's 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 the troubled times
After all these years
Forget about the troubled times

And every fathers 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 the troubled times
After all these years
Forget about the troubled times

All those years
I was hurting to feel
Something more than life