Iīm wondering if my thoughts of her
have ever crossed her thoughts of me
and if theyīre half as clear as mine
and if thereīll 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
donīt worry about the aftermath
there is noone after you
or on your back
get a hold of yourself
donīt worry about the aftermath
there is noone after you
there is noone after you
there is noone after you
but the everyday just canīt compete
with the beauty of a polaroid
The fairytale endures complete
and her eyes are always full of joy
like a frozen glimpse of butterflies
on a colorized celluloid sky
she waves her cheerful last goodbye
and begs for me to let passed things slide
get a hold of yourself
donīt worry about the aftermath
there is noone after you
noone on your back
get a hold of yourself
donīt worry about the aftermath
there is noone after you
there is noone after you
there is noone after you
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