Hand over Hannover - Maritime

Wholesome strum of colonies

Public holidays, takes 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, 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

And if we’re rolling over, we’ll meet when we sink

Until, until we handover Hanover, we handover

Until we handover Hanover, we handover