After The Ceasefire - Marianne Faithfull

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 it’s 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 it’s 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