Situation: Relation

On the right bank of the East River

Sitting on torn concrete

Shaking hands and empty fingers

And I know it won’t mean anything

If indeed this was like a first marriage

Then you and I together can be like divorcees

I don’t need to talk about it

And I don't want to know anything yet

So you can take what’s on the table

When you go, you go for everything

And if indeed this was like a first marriage

Then you and I together can be like divorcees