The Aftermath

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 There is no one after you But the everyday just can't compete Whit the beauty of a polariod Where 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 There is no one after you No one on your back There is no one after you