a short site about The Divine Comedy

French version

Down In The Street Below

Original version (5:08)

Press the doorbell and push the door,
Climb the darkened stairwell to the second floor,
She’ll be waiting for you in her dressing-gown
With the drink she poured you when she heard the sound.
Watch the film, eat the food she cooked,
Talk of how the film ain’t half as good as the book.
Kiss her sleepy eyes closed and say “It’s time”
To slip beneath the shadows of the bedroom blinds.

Well, it’s always a pleasure and never a chore Well, it’s always a pleasure and never a chore
But you just don’t know whether you’re doing it for the right reasons, But you just don’t know whether you’re doing it for the right reasons,
It’s cold for the season, It’s cold for the season,
Down in the street below.

Men and women go about their business, Men and women go about their business,
Picking up the last few things for Christmas, Picking up the last few things for Christmas,
Trying not to step upon the pigeons, Trying not to step upon the pigeons,
Praying to the gods of their religions, Praying to the gods of their religions,
That they might be spared a little longer, That they might be spared a little longer,
That they might become a little stronger, That they might become a little stronger,
Down in the street below… Down in the street below…

Everybody’s on a secret mission, Everybody’s on a secret mission,
Everybody’s got their own ambitions. Everybody’s got their own ambitions.
They would tell you if they thought you’d listen, They would tell you if they thought you’d listen,
They would say how lately they’ve been wishing They would say how lately they’ve been wishing
For the chance to meet a handsome stranger. For the chance to meet a handsome stranger.
Lead a life of elegance and danger Lead a life of elegance and danger
Down in the street below, Down in the street below.
Down in the street below.

Way up high in a phallic tower
You’re swimming in a tiny galaxy of stars,
Knocking back mojitos at the cocktail bar,
Talking ’bout burritos and conceptual art.
Your armchair’s round and your glass is square
The clientele’s straight out of this month’s Vanity Fair
Well look around the place, something’s not quite right
Yours is the only face that you don’t recognize…

Well, it’s always a pleasure and never a chore Well, it’s always a pleasure
But you just don’t know whether you’re doing it for the right reasons, But you just don’t know whether you’re doing it for the right reasons,
It’s cold for the season,
Down in the street below. Down in the street below.

Down in the street below. Down in the street below.

Well, it’s always a pleasure
Always a pleasure
And never a chore
Never a chore
You just don’t know whether you’re doing it for the right reasons But you just don’t know whether you’re doing it for
It’s cold for the season,
Down in the street below.