Elton John - After All This Time - Текст песни

AFTER ALL THIS TIME

ARMAND
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 fragrancy of loss?
And drunkenly inhale his pain.
Oh, can it be
Your countenance is stripped of all it's 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
Himself to beings such as us.
For vengeance that at last is mine
Comes sweetly after all this time.

Lestat
You never meant to help me, did you?

Armand
You, who destroyed all of it!? You took everything! What made you think I would help you?

ARMAND
If you'll allow me to recall
How my requests were swept aside.
At every instance
I beseached you,
I was shut out and denied.
You shattered what I once concieved
From the moment you arrived.
And now you wonder why I gloat here
Reveling in your grand demise.
You're arrogant beyond comtempt.
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 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
Himself to beings such as us.
For vengeance that at last is mine
Come sweetly after all this time...