Song | How Beautiful You Are |
Artist | John Greaves |
Album | The Trouble with Happiness |
From the window of our honeymoon, | |
the night looks a mite bizarre | |
They're burning us in effigy | |
and smoke's blotting 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 – | |
you know 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 all I saw | |
I saw everything in you, my love, | |
it seems it's all I ever saw… | |
Tonight I see it all anew, | |
How beautiful you are | |
Pass me the binoculars – | |
no, no, leave them where they are | |
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 that spectacle, | |
the problem's theirs not ours | |
Tonight I'd rather look at you, | |
How beautiful you are |
From the window of our honeymoon, | |
the night looks a mite bizarre | |
They' re burning us in effigy | |
and smoke' s blotting 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 | |
you know 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 all I saw | |
I saw everything in you, my love, | |
it seems it' s all I ever saw | |
Tonight I see it all anew, | |
How beautiful you are | |
Pass me the binoculars | |
no, no, leave them where they are | |
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 that spectacle, | |
the problem' s theirs not ours | |
Tonight I' d rather look at you, | |
How beautiful you are |