After All This Time Lyrics – Elton John

After All This Time Lyrics by Elton John

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Claudia was nothing to you, why, Armand?
For this moment…

For this beautiful moment
What taste is this upon my lips?
A taste so sweet, what can it be?
What is this scent upon the air

That fills my lungs and comforts me
And whispers low
How does it feel
To savor up such just revenge

TO smell the fragrant sea of loss
And drunkenly inhale his pain
Oh, can it be your countenance
Is stripped of all its dash and dare?

And what of your bold confidence-
Could it have drowned in your despair?
And after all this time
I wash my hands of your charade

And celebrate your fall from grace
Preserve that sad look on your face
And praise what god might manifest himsеlf to beings such as us
For vengeancе, that at last is mine

Comes sweetly after all this time
You never meant to help me, did you?
You, who destroyed all of it?
You, who took everything?!

What made you think I would help you?
If you’ll allow me to recall
How my requests were swept aside
At every instance I beseeched you

I was shut out and denied
You shattered what I once conceived
From the moment you arrived
And now you wonder why I gloat here

Reveling in your grand demise
You’re arrogant! Beyond contempt
You beg to share my precious blood
I’d no sooner you in my veins

Then to see you with the ones you love!
And after all time
I wash my hands of your charade
And celebrate your fall from grace

Preserve that sad look on your face
And praise what god might manifest himself to beings such as us
For vengeance, that at last is mine
Comes sweetly after all this time

(All this time)
(All this time)
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Elton John Lyrics – After All This Time

Elton John

After All This Time