Sanoja: Maritime. 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.