David Keenan - Keep the peace, prepare for war lyrics
[David Keenan - Keep the peace, prepare for war lyrics]
I impersonate the iron age
While you the age of gold
We learn upon a tight rope
In delirium and grace
We are street children, we are urchins
We love drinking from the well
Tangled in each other, on the marble floor
Keeping the peace by preparing for war
Well I smoked my recommendations in the
Name of our dormant dream
You sold the last of the Chinese ink to
A priest who then married a queen
Wrap me up
Women's clothing for to keep the cold at bay
The laughter kept us warm
Drawing maps upon the floor
Keeping the peace by preparing for war
Waho
Let's hear some noise for a
Tuned in girl and boy
In the echos of the handball alley when
The air is but a pregnant breath
No I won't pay rent
I'm giving You up for lent
No I won't pay rent
I'm giving You up for lent
But your whistling still remains in my ear
I kneel in the name of not knowing
Then we sprint to the empty museum
You are covered in expectation while
I get covered in mud
Oh I ask the moon for some counceling
But she said oh she wasn't sure
So I swam out to shallower waters
Keeping the peace by preparing for war
I light a candle for safe passage
Then we head to the freshers ball
Dressed in clothes, ancient Persian
We had stolen from saint Vincent de paul
We agreed if we were to marry we'd
Build that house with an orange door
Ink these words on our body keep
The peace by preparing for war
Waho
Let's hear some noise for a
Tuned in girl and boy
In the echos of the handball alley when
The air is but a pregnant breath
No I won't pay rent i'm
Giving You up for lent
No I won't pay rent i'm
Giving You up for lent
But your whistling still remains in my ears
Sure it's been this way for years
While you the age of gold
We learn upon a tight rope
In delirium and grace
We are street children, we are urchins
We love drinking from the well
Tangled in each other, on the marble floor
Keeping the peace by preparing for war
Well I smoked my recommendations in the
Name of our dormant dream
You sold the last of the Chinese ink to
A priest who then married a queen
Wrap me up
Women's clothing for to keep the cold at bay
The laughter kept us warm
Drawing maps upon the floor
Keeping the peace by preparing for war
Waho
Let's hear some noise for a
Tuned in girl and boy
In the echos of the handball alley when
The air is but a pregnant breath
No I won't pay rent
I'm giving You up for lent
No I won't pay rent
I'm giving You up for lent
But your whistling still remains in my ear
I kneel in the name of not knowing
Then we sprint to the empty museum
You are covered in expectation while
I get covered in mud
Oh I ask the moon for some counceling
But she said oh she wasn't sure
So I swam out to shallower waters
Keeping the peace by preparing for war
I light a candle for safe passage
Then we head to the freshers ball
Dressed in clothes, ancient Persian
We had stolen from saint Vincent de paul
We agreed if we were to marry we'd
Build that house with an orange door
Ink these words on our body keep
The peace by preparing for war
Waho
Let's hear some noise for a
Tuned in girl and boy
In the echos of the handball alley when
The air is but a pregnant breath
No I won't pay rent i'm
Giving You up for lent
No I won't pay rent i'm
Giving You up for lent
But your whistling still remains in my ears
Sure it's been this way for years