
Date of issue: 24.02.2005
Song language: English
The Aftermath |
I’m wondering if my thoughts of her |
Have ever crossed her thoughts of me |
And if they’re half as clear as mine |
And if there’ll ever be a time |
For us to journey once again |
As lovers and as trusted friends |
What if the best is yet to come |
And this was only the first part run |
Get a hold of yourself |
Don’t worry about the aftermath |
There is no one after you |
Or on your back |
Get a hold of yourself |
Don’t worry about the aftermath |
There is no one after you |
There is no one after you |
There is no one after you |
But the everyday just can’t compete |
With the beauty of a Polaroid |
Where the fairytale endures complete |
And her eyes are always full of joy |
Like a frozen glimpse of butterflies |
On a colourized celluloid sky |
She waves her cheerful last goodbye |
And begs for me to let passed things slide |
Get a hold of yourself |
And don’t worry about the aftermath |
Cause there is no one after you |
No one on your back |
Get a hold of yourself |
And don’t worry about the aftermath |
There is no one after you |
There is no one after you |