keep the peace, prepare for war

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