Hand Over Hannover

Wholesome strum of colonies

Public holidays, take the world to bed

You can rent your life to death,

Window-shopping high

Across the borrowed sky



Honestly, we lie through our teeth

But our bodies just survive the weeks



We all want a space to build a fence

Around, wooden grin of the thin crowd

Feel it beat beat beating

But it was not a heart.

Bite out the bone faced bark



Honestly, we lie through our teeth

But our bodies just survive the weeks

If were rolling over, we'll meet when we sink.

Until we handover Hanover.