This is a good street. We never walked it. You never held my hand as we crossed it. We never stopped along here to light a cigarette.
This is a good street.
This is a good house. It wasn't our home. It never scuffed you here on this threshold. I never waited for you by the window.
This is a good house.
This is a good room. You never slept here. You can't betray the faith that is kept here and then no more tears will be wept here.
This is a good room.
This is a good bed. We never laid here. You can't erase the love that was made here. And a love that's love will not fade here.
This is a good bed.
This is a good heart and you can't take it. You can bend it, bruise it and shake it. But no my dear you can't break it.
This is good heart.
This is a good bed.
Tis is a good room.
This a good house.
This is a good street.
This is a good street.
This is a good street.