After The Ceasefire

from Vagabond Ways

  1. After The Ceasefire
(Frank McGuiness, Daniel Lanois) After the ceasefire that they swore would last She had the bright idea "To hell with the past!" That's where love lay bleeding licking at its wounds The times were never changing sticking to their guns She thought she really meant it, that's the honest truth She felt it in her marrow, she felt it in her boots After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire. The man she married, he was something else He adored the chaos, smashing all the delft The man she married, he was something else He had the sudden notion it's time to call a truth It's time to lead a quiet life for the love of Jeeze Let's sit down together and engage in talks of peace After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire. He was Irish Catholic, she had English blood They met in a good restaurant, they gave the secret knot She ordered fish and lentils, he the kidney stew She played with bold impulses, wine turned his lips blue They left in separate taxis to the same address In case someone was watching, and there they did confess After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire. It was all the others' fault, they thought at any rate After the ceasefire to put an end to hate She was reaching for her knife, he a fork and spoon, They sat about devouring the poison of the moon Shared a fatal cigarette neither one would light Their breath was flame enough, nobody said goodnight After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire. After the ceasefire that they swore would last They had the strange idea of living in the past That's where love lies bleeding licking at its wounds The times are never changing sticking to their guns They sit about devouring the poison of the moon The times were never singing the same tune After the ceasefire After the ceasefire After the ceasefire After the ceasefire