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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 Songtexte 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 Aus Songtexte Mania