7th And Beale / Stanfield Major, Lyrics/ Gilbert Sanchez, Music,Guitars, Bass, Keys, Vocals/ John Lindsey, Drums and Engineering: Music
Our Little House Of Love
Our Little House Of Love
The landlord's at the door
askin' for his rent;
just got paid on Friday
don't know where the money went.
No, our lives aren't often easy
we do the best we can
and it works out somehow
cause we both understand...
we may not have a lot
but we'll always have enough
when we lay our bodies down
in OUR LITTLE HOUSE OF LOVE.
OUR LITTLE HOUSE OF LOVE
OUR LITTLE HOUSE OF LOVE
THERE'S SHELTER FROM THE STORM
IN OUR LITTLE HOUSE OF LOVE
Now we're both sick and tired
of workin' overtime
but it's the only way
we can manage to survive.
And in this rough and tumble world
sometimes my pride gets bruised
and I know that there are days
when you feel you're being used.
But even though we fight
push never comes to shove
cause we know where the comfort is
in OUR LITTLE HOUSE OF LOVE.
It isn't made of wood;
no one can burn it down.
We hold it in our hearts
we carry it around.
(Chorus)