Marianne Faithfull After The Ceasefire Lyrics
            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
        
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