| He was pulling deep on a cigarette
|
| Billows of smoke pouring out of him
|
| Like a freighter hit by a torpedo before the fire reached the hull
|
| And she was hanging on to him
|
| Like he was a life raft
|
| Not willing to believe that the ship was sinking
|
| But it looked to us like the ship was sinking
|
| We both agreed, we’d never be
|
| The couple on the street
|
| So rosy-cheeked and fresh and horny
|
| On our way to the movies
|
| When you told me for the first time that you loved me
|
| And I knew that you loved me
|
| And it was like we were together in another life
|
| We never parted; |
| love never died
|
| Although I don’t really buy that stuff
|
| Today I’ll believe
|
| You and me, we’ll never be
|
| The couple on the street
|
| You and me, we’ll never be
|
| The couple on the street
|
| Like a still life
|
| (Still life)
|
| Of our worst fears
|
| (Of our worst fears)
|
| Like the seven years
|
| (Seven years)
|
| Of a broken mirror
|
| Like the flip side
|
| (Flip side)
|
| Of a beautiful dream
|
| (Beautiful dream)
|
| I love you so much
|
| Won’t you tell me please
|
| We’ll never be
|
| The couple on the street
|
| Okay, okay, it’s one year later
|
| (I don’t have an ending)
|
| And I still haven’t written an ending to this song
|
| (Look, I wrote this song a year ago)
|
| I tried
|
| (I was inspired, I was in love)
|
| The inspiration… is gone
|
| (Never made it happen)
|
| Guess we’ll never be the couple on the street
|
| (Never)
|
| End of story
|
| Eight months later, where are we?
|
| Somewhere between then
|
| And the couple on the street |