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
but the everyday just can't compete
the beauty of a polariod
the fairytale endures complete
and her eyes are always full of joy
like a frozen glimpse of butterflies
on a clourized celluloid sky
she waves her cheerful last goodbye
and begs for me to let passed things slide
*get a hold of yourself
don't worry about the aftermath
cause there is no one after you
no one on your back
get a hold of yourself
don't worry about the aftermath
there is no one after you