| 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 | |
| Get a hold of yourself | |
| Don't worry about the aftermath | |
| There is no one after you | |
| There is no one after you | |
| There is no one after you | |
| But the everyday just can't compete | |
| With the beauty of a polaroid | |
| Where the fairytale endures complete | |
| And her eyes are always full of joy | |
| Like a frozen glimpse of butterflies | |
| On a colourized celluloid sky | |
| She waves her cheerful last goodbye | |
| And begs for me to let passed things slide | |
| Get a hold of yourself | |
| And don't worry about the aftermath | |
| Cause there is no one after you | |
| No one on your back | |
| Get a hold of yourself | |
| And don't worry about the aftermath | |
| There is no one after you | |
| There is no one after you |