Way After the Way Before, Way Before the Way After Lyrics

Way after the darkness, and way before the light

You come into my room every night

Way before the word love, and way after the feeling

We were still understanding the changin' we were bringing

When you speak the word its verses will appear

And re-write basics with no fear

Pulling away thick layers of pink, red, and black

In one quick and quiet attack

Just how close you can get to bare muscle

And how quick two thoughts can wrestle.

Way after the red oaks, and much before the fire smokes

Right in the middle the frog croaks

But to the frog that was just the end of his days

He never knew the fire would end up in a blaze

Or at least he would interrupt a sweet moment of grace

Sweet solace I'll have to embrace

Every moment is constantly moving

Re-forming, re-defining, and constantly bruising

Your head blooming open like flowers in the spring

Plucking all the petals and rearranging

The stammering of time will make you sweep your head around

You finally reached 1,000 but you're 0 years old now

Standing in your old bedrooms

"Oh! When did this happen?"

Way after the way before

Way before the way after

When I walk on the street

Every person I see

Is ripe with beauty

Like fantasy

Every freckle and wrinkle

Every flyaway, every pimple

It is so vibrantly them and vibrantly simple

That the fact they are living is beauty in-and-of itself

That one year of their life could fill every book on every shelf

Growing older re-defines beauty

Eventually your mouth is where your eyes used to be

Hair grows darker, then it plateaus, then it grows lighter and shimmers everywhere it goes

My mother picks them, my uncle dyes them

I'll let them flow down my saggy skin

So let no poison create a prison

And flow through your skin

You know there's no reason

To let scars make you anything new

Just that constant reviving that makes you

Let your laugh echo through crowded halls

Let your feet loudly patter through shopping malls

Let yourself bear your heart like a necklace

And every feeling be the shirts' white lace

How can pure honesty be anything but beauty?

That sweet moulding of feeling

Shimmering

Through skin

One day you'll find a book with a letter stashed away

Where the author's the same, but the reader's replaced

Every one of those words ring true

The honesty, the love, and the blue

Like:

"Claire, you know I've loved you since I met you!"

And you know that I'll always know when those words are true

Way before the way after

Way after the way before