The Couple On The Street

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 hold
And she hanging onto him like he was a life raft
Not willing to believe that the ship was sinking
But it look to us like the ship was sinking
We both agreed (oh yeah)
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 and 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

Like a still life of our worse fears
Like the seven years of a broken mirror
Like the flip side of a 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
And I still haven't written an ending to this song
I tried
The inspiration has left
I guess we'll never be the couple on the street
End of story)