Rick Springfield: Honeymoon in Beirut

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 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 (tell me) Why do I stay (I don't know) Honeymoon In BeirutAnd we still keep pretending Sixes are sevens (tell me) Why can't we say There is no honeymoon This is no honeymoon, noThis is no honeymoon There is no honeymoon, noHoneymoon in Beirut There are no peace talks pendingNo quarter given (there's just) Blood on the bed, where there used to be loveStrategy 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 fineHoneymoon In Beirut Although I keep on sending postcards From heaven (tell me) Why do I stay (I don't know) Honeymoon In BeirutAnd we still keep pretending Sixes are sevens (tell me) Why can't we say There is no honeymoon This is no honeymoon, noThis is no honeymoon There is no honeymoon, noAnd we stand out in the rain Smiling as we sink like a stone And hope for the end (whatever it is)Honeymoon In Beirut Although I keep on sending postcards From heaven (tell me) Why do I stay (I don't know) Honeymoon In BeirutAnd we still keep pretending Sixes are sevens (tell me) Why can't we say There is no honeymoon This is no honeymoon, noThis is no honeymoon There is no honeymoon, no