His House Her Home

<br>(difford/tilbrook)<br><br><br><br>I think to myself when we kiss<br><br>Your husband is watching<br><br>From his portrait his eyes are looking down<br><br>On the slipper and stocking<br><br>Back against the bookcase<br><br>Down upon the floor<br><br>Empty the decanter<br><br>Slur again for more.<br><br>His house, her home, our future in a lovers world<br><br>Her son, her heart, her love for me, tomorrows world<br><br><br><br>I laugh at myself when your son<br><br>Is watching cartoons<br><br>In the morning hes looking up at me<br><br>When were in the bathroom<br><br>Sees me kissing mother<br><br>Doesnt blink an eye<br><br>Asks a lot of questions<br><br>Answers hard to find.<br><br><br><br>I talk to myself when Im drunk<br><br>And she is still sober<br><br>Words are so few and far between<br><br>My arms reach to hold her<br><br>Hungry for the love<br><br>I rescued from the grave<br><br>The past is just a portrait<br><br>The futures ours to frame