President Street, where you'll find the sisters praying over my city's heart
While Union Avenue turns to its disciple who feels the pressure [bad word] on hard

And if all was well and your heart could find the words
Would we be for better baby, would we be for worse?
And if there was a way to navigate your seas
And if tonight, my [bad word] love did belong to me

Now Juliet, she's smoking by the window, saying stone-cold, "I believe in you, Romeo"
And the raindrops and the cars keep on falling from off the bars, blocking out a good song playing on the radio

And if all was well and your heart could find the words
Would we be for better baby, would we be for worse?
And if there was a way to navigate your seas
And if tonight, my [bad word] love

Well, I been down, I been out, had my head and my heart kicked around
I been down, I been out, had my head and my heart kicked around

And in the quiet in the night where Romeo's mind is burning, from putting all of his blood into them sermons

And if all was well and your heart could find the words
Would we be for better baby, would we be for worse?
And if there was a way to navigate your seas
If tonight, my [bad word] love, she did belong to me