SINGER: Silverchair

SONG: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