Do you mind if I join you
After all these years
An after tale?
We promised that we wouldn't
Drift away and let
Our talking grow frail
Motorcycle on a forest road
Trying to get home
In a thick mosquito night
Sifting through artifacts in my dreams
Recurring memories
Of better times
I'm reminded of us constantly
The past is like a ringing
In my ears
Pass his letter back around
Who would we be
If he were still here?
If he were still here?
Smoky gossip in a bed of sand
Pointing out far ahead
At the fireworks on the ice
Telling jokes about a pot of gold
We'll claim when we're old
And living in better times
Better, better times
Better, better times
Muffled hearing, labored breath
A feeling pressing down upon me
I won't hear, what you've said
I'll be a different woman in the morning
I'll be different in the morning
Motorcycle on a forest road
Trying to get home
In a thick mosquito night
Sifting through artifacts in my dreams
Recurring memories
Of better times, like
Smoky gossip in a bed of sand
Pointing out far ahead
At the fireworks on the ice
Telling jokes about a pot of gold
We'll claim when we're old
And living in better times
Better, better times
Better, better times
Better, better
Better, better times
Eva Rose King - After Tale Lyrics
Eva Rose King - After Tale Lyrics
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Do you mind if I join you
After all these years
An after tale?
We promised that we wouldn't
Drift away and let
Our talking grow frail
Motorcycle on a forest road
Trying to get home
In a thick mosquito night
Sifting through artifacts in my dreams
Recurring memories
Of better times
I'm reminded of us constantly
The past is like a ringing
In my ears
Pass his letter back around
Who would we be
If he were still here?
If he were still here?
Smoky gossip in a bed of sand
Pointing out far ahead
At the fireworks on the ice
Telling jokes about a pot of gold
We'll claim when we're old
And living in better times
Better, better times
Better, better times
Muffled hearing, labored breath
A feeling pressing down upon me
I won't hear, what you've said
I'll be a different woman in the morning
I'll be different in the morning
Motorcycle on a forest road
Trying to get home
In a thick mosquito night
Sifting through artifacts in my dreams
Recurring memories
Of better times, like
Smoky gossip in a bed of sand
Pointing out far ahead
At the fireworks on the ice
Telling jokes about a pot of gold
We'll claim when we're old
And living in better times
Better, better times
Better, better times
Better, better
Better, better times
After all these years
An after tale?
We promised that we wouldn't
Drift away and let
Our talking grow frail
Motorcycle on a forest road
Trying to get home
In a thick mosquito night
Sifting through artifacts in my dreams
Recurring memories
Of better times
I'm reminded of us constantly
The past is like a ringing
In my ears
Pass his letter back around
Who would we be
If he were still here?
If he were still here?
Smoky gossip in a bed of sand
Pointing out far ahead
At the fireworks on the ice
Telling jokes about a pot of gold
We'll claim when we're old
And living in better times
Better, better times
Better, better times
Muffled hearing, labored breath
A feeling pressing down upon me
I won't hear, what you've said
I'll be a different woman in the morning
I'll be different in the morning
Motorcycle on a forest road
Trying to get home
In a thick mosquito night
Sifting through artifacts in my dreams
Recurring memories
Of better times, like
Smoky gossip in a bed of sand
Pointing out far ahead
At the fireworks on the ice
Telling jokes about a pot of gold
We'll claim when we're old
And living in better times
Better, better times
Better, better times
Better, better
Better, better times
Writer: Eva Kinnebrew
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