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.