Текст Tori Amos – After All

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