Tori Amos - After All lyrics

[Tori Amos - After All lyrics]

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 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, 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 i'm sorry I called
The thought just occurred that
We're nobody's children after 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

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