He was pulling deep On his cigarette Billows of smoke Pouring out of him Like a firefighter Hit by a torpedo Before the fire Reached the hold She was hanging on to him Like he was a raft We both agreed, we'd never be The couple on the street We were 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 and love never died Although I don't really Buy that stuff, today I'll believe You and me, well never be The couple on the street Like a still life Of our worst fears Like the seven years Of a broken mirror 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 still don't have an ending The inspiration left I guess we'll never be The couple on the street End of story)