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 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

After all these years

Forget about all the troubled times

Munificent, artless and ascetic

Playing like a scared

Enthusiastic pawn

And every father's pain

Casts a shadow over a broken son

You'll be whole again

And I'll be whole again

All those years

I was hurting to feel

Something more than life