| Song | Down In The Street Below |
| Artist | The Divine Comedy |
| Album | Bang Goes The Knighthood |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Men and women go about their business | |
| Picking up the last few things for Christmas | |
| Trying not to step upon the pigeons | |
| Praying to the gods of their religions | |
| That they might be spared a little longer | |
| That they might become a little stronger | |
| Down in the street below | |
| Everybody’s on a secret mission | |
| Everybody’s got their own ambitions | |
| They would tell you if they thought you’d listen | |
| They would say how lately they’ve been wishing | |
| For the chance to meet a handsome stranger | |
| Lead a life of elegance and danger | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |
| Press the doorbell and push the door | |
| Climb the darkened stairwell to the second floor | |
| She' ll be waiting for you in her dressinggown | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Men and women go about their business | |
| Picking up the last few things for Christmas | |
| Trying not to step upon the pigeons | |
| Praying to the gods of their religions | |
| That they might be spared a little longer | |
| That they might become a little stronger | |
| Down in the street below | |
| Everybody' s on a secret mission | |
| Everybody' s got their own ambitions | |
| They would tell you if they thought you' d listen | |
| They would say how lately they' ve been wishing | |
| For the chance to meet a handsome stranger | |
| Lead a life of elegance and danger | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |