After all this time

muzyka: Elton John
słowa: Bernie Taupin

What taste is this
Upon my lips?
A taste so sweet, what can that 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 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
Himself to beings such as us
For vengeance that at last is mine
Come 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?'

If you'll allow me to recall
How my requests were swept aside,
In every instance.
I beseached you,
I was shut out and denied.
You shattered what I once believed
From the moment you arrived
And now you wonder why I gloat here
Reveling in your grand demise.

You're arrogant beyond contempt,
You begged to share my precious blood
I'd no sooner you in my veins
And 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.