LOVE IN THE HOUSE

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