Heart Held Hostage

Girl you know I love you, girl you know it's true

That it's just like Stockholm Syndrome, my devotion is to you

You're Patty Hearst and Terry Brooks and the fifty in Iran

And I'd trade my arms to Nicaragua just to hold your hand....

You're just a heart held hostage

And it's Allah's Holy Way

Like Mohammed's summer sausage

In a cheese and wine display

I paid the ransom for your love in specified amounts

And held them on deposit in a numbered Swiss account

I remember kissing you on Graduation Day

And carving in our special tree, "God save the IRA,"

And I remember dancing to the sound of ol' T-Rex

And summers volunteering down at Liberte Quebec

You're just a heart held hostage, and it's Allah's Holy Way

You're a briefcase unattended in an open-air cafe