Squeeze - His House Her Home lyrics

(difford/tilbrook) I think to myself when we kiss Your husband is watching From his portrait his eyes are looking down On the slipper and stocking Back against the bookcase Down upon the floor Empty the decanter Slur again for more. His house, her home, our future in a lover's world Her son, her heart, her love for me, tomorrow's world I laugh at myself when your son Is watching cartoons In the morning he's looking up at me When we're in the bathroom Sees me kissing mother Doesn't blink an eye Asks a lot of questions Answers hard to find. I talk to myself when i'm drunk And she is still sober Words are so few and far between My arms reach to hold her Hungry for the love I rescued from the grave The past is just a portrait The future's ours to frame