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