After All
Please trip them gently, they don't like to fallThere's no room for anger, we're all very smallWe're painting our faces and dressingIn thoughts from the skies, from paradiseBut they think that we're holding a secretive ballWon't someone invite themThey're just taller children, that's all, after all
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clownSo hold on to nothing and he won't let you downSome people are marching together and some on their ownQuite aloneOthers are running, the smaller ones crawlBut some sit in silence, they're just older childrenThat's all, after all
I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords,With my wordsI've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I calledBut the thought just occurredThat we're nobody's children at all, after all
Live your rebirth and do what you willForget all I've said, please bear me no illAfter all, after all