[Intro: Blanche DuBois and Stella Kowalski from A Streetcar Named Desire (1951)]
"Oh, how pretty the sky is! I oughta go there on a rocket that never comes down
Which way do we go now, Stella - this way?
No hun, this way."

Ever think we should try to re-establish that connection that we made during last summer's days?
Maybe I should be subtle or maybe I should be more pure
But I think we should talk about what we were going through
And I wonder what it would be like if we had
Kept up that aversion and maybe kept listing
All the people that we hated
But isn't it ironic how you still have ideals and I still have nothing?
And now I'm hoping that you'll change so we can see straight some day (some day)