Tytuł: After All

• Wykonawca: David Bowie
• Wyświetleń: 204

Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall, Oh by jingo
  
  There's no room for anger, we're all very small, Oh by jingo
  
  We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies,
  From paradise
  But they think that we're holding a secretive ball.
  Won't someone invite them
  They're just taller children, that's all, after all
  
  Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown, Oh by jingo
  So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down, Oh by jingo
  Some people are marching together and some on their own
  Quite alone
  Others are running, the smaller ones crawl
  But some sit in silence, they're just older children
  That's all, after all
  
  I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords, with my words
  I've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I called
  But the thought just occurred that we're nobody's children At all, after all
  Live till your rebirth and do what you will, Oh by jingo
  Forget all I've said, please bear me no ill, Oh by jingo
  
  After all, after all