(this one has a weird history. There's a song I like called "Abre" from an album, also called Abre, by an Argentinian singer named Fito Paez. It's all in Spanish. I don't know any Spanish. I guessed "abre" might mean "after"--it doesn't, it means "open"--and wrote my own lyrics based on what I imagined the lyrics might be.)
After the world but before the task
After all questions crying to be asked
After fake redemption, after vanity
After gilding masked as profundity
After walking the garden with you my lover
After posing dilemmas to you my brother
After the fire, after this song
After all this, who knows what moves on
After the roses, declarations of love
Then the next step is entirely yours
After the sorrow, not nearly enough
Itís still yours, all yours, may it always be yours
After the moon, yes, after the sun
After the criminal stars come undone
After a verse of reality
After a guitarís wave of insanity
After the rites of faith carrying cost
After the soul of reason is lost
Thatís when one fell, eyes on his loss
Thatís when a puzzled man picked up a cross
After the drugs, after love like honey
After alcohol, fame, after money
After living above and life in the cellar
After the deluge, ask when you should tell her
After glimpsing a hint of the monsterís worst lair
After the bluest skies filled you with terror
Yes, after the world, before your task
And all the questions best left unasked
Afterómay we find end of vanity
Afterómay we find hints of profundity