i wake up every night 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 that you loved we wait for the fall and put emotional bullet holes in the wall and we both keep sending signals all is well wish you were here honeymoon in beirut although i keep on sending postcards from heaven why do i stay honeymoon in beirut and we still keep pretending sixes are sevens 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 blood on the bed where there used to be love strategy and maneuvers any love that was here we have dinner in silence and bullets with beer i don t know what you want 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 honeymoon in beirut although i keep on sending postcards from heaven why do i stay honeymoon in beirut and we still keep pretending sixes are sevens why can t we say there is no honeymoon this is no honeymoon no this is no honeymoon there is no honeymoon no and we stand out in the rain smiling as we sink like a stone and hope for the end honeymoon in beirut although i keep on sending postcards from heaven why do i stay honeymoon in beirut and we still keep pretending sixes are sevens why can t we say there is no honeymoon this is no honeymoon no this is no honeymoon there is no honeymoon no