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.