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.