Album: Lestat The Musical Soundtrack

After All This Time

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 our such just revenge.
To smell the fragrance you have lost?
And drunkenly inhale his pain.

Can it be
Your countenance is stripped of all his dashing 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
In spector beings such as us
For vengeance that at last is mine
And sweetly after all this time

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