Love in the House

You want to move me down to that ritzy neighbourhood
Where there’s black cars by the stables
And the grass is hissing gently
& you know that starchy lady there might give U half a minute
If she thinks you come from money & our star is still ascending
But what’s the point of that unless there’s love in the house
Yeah what’s the point of that – gotta be love in the house
Love in the house

And you’d love to travel Europe get a rental by the water
And be dining out on tapas while the Spanish waiters hover
And the wine it tastes sabrosa and it feels like Casablanca
As the house is warm and dreamy and the sheet is softly under
But what’s the point of that unless there’s love in the house
Yeah what’s the point of that – gotta be love in the house
Love in the house

Now my music pours from fingers upon a restless pavement
As a lady figure lingers in the memory of encounters
And I have her number with me but it’s war again in Israel
So I wander to the kitchen where there’s vases full of flowers
But what’s the point of that unless there’s love in the house
Yeah what’s the point of that – gotta be love in the house
Love in the house, bodies alive, moving in rhyme, love in our eyes, lighting the sky

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