That'S Amor

That’s amor, that’s amor, That’s amor, that’s amor,

Underneath,
Goose feathered sheets,
Carry me,
Back Home.
In need of peace
Take out your false teeth.
Stamp your feet, 
Belong

That’s amor, that’s amor, That’s amor, that’s amor.

Sitting at the table
Waiting to be served
Your old and feeble
Need to be heard
The carousel is spinning
Death is at the door
And you flick through the channels
Flick ash on the floor
And you’re lifting her head to bed every night after tea
Turning up the volume, drifting off to sleep
And you love
That’s Amor

That’s amor, that’s amor, That’s amor, that’s amor,