(P. Beloved/ J. Greaves)

From the window of our honeymoon
The night looks a mite bizarre
They're burning us in effigy
And smoke's blots out the stars
They're torturing our servants
By the light of an armoured car
Please don't ask if it's the end of the line
As I never could see that far
Tonight I'd rather look at you
How beautiful you are
If they ask you "what are lovers"
Tell them "lovers are
Set against the order
We live outside the law"
I'm no hero under torture
I'll tell them all I heard and saw
I saw everything in you, my love
How beautiful you are

[Solo]

Through a broken telescope
We focus on the stars
I don't want my vision magnified
I don't need to see that far
From the window of our honeymoon
Draw the curtains cross the bars
Let's spare ourselves the spectacle
The problem's theirs not ours
Tonight I'd rather look at you
How beautiful you are
How beautiful you are
How beautiful
How beautiful
How beautiful you are
You are