What did he say?
Something unbelievable?
Is it mystical?
Well, I would rather believe it

The words remain
They are not so usual
They are looking for a singer
Who would sing their symphonies

Well, I am a barefoot singer after all
Singing deep into your frame of mind
And I am a tragic sinner after all
Confessing until my tongue gets dry
Well, After all

This blazing Sun and
the size of the colors I see
Are the beautiful things in the world
In fact, they are words I keep on writing
Gently on the paper
That is my given job

I am a barefoot singer after all
Singing deep into your frame of mind
Well, I am a tragic sinner after all
Confessing until my tongue gets dry
Well, After all

I will sing until the dawn
Then the phantoms they will pass me by
I will march to the sky
At the bottom of the depth untold
Cuz after all the words I write
They are nothing but the story untold
Cuz after all the words you said
They will sum up the story for me
Well, after all