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)