(Springfield)

I wake up every night (to the sound)

To the sound of breaking glass

Got troops in the bed

And tanks in the hall

I kidnapped and held for ransom (the one in me)

The one in me that you loved

We wit for the fall

And put emotional bullet holes in the wall

And we both

Keep sending signals all is well:

"Wish you were here"



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Honeymoon in Beirut

Although I keep on sending postcards

from heaven (tell me)

Why do I stay (I don't know)

Honeymoon in Beirut

And we still keep pretending

sixes are sevens (tell me)

Why can't we say

There is no honeymoon

(this is no honeymoon) no

This is no honeymoon

(there is no honeymoon) no



Honeymoon in Beirut

there are no peace talks pending,

no quarter given (there's just)

blood on the bed, where there used to be love



Strategy and maneuvers (have replaced)

Any love that was here

We have dinner in silence

And bullets with beer

I don't know what you want (my defeat)

Or complete surrender

Or peace in our time

While in bed we draw the battle line

And we sit, out in the rain

Writing cards to friends back home

The weather is fine



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And we stand out in the rain

Smiling as we sink like a stone

And hope for the end (whatever it is)



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