Brief Encounters

We are bored

We are married

We are young

On the edge of the city

The edge of Ambrosia

Rolls upon rolls upon

Rolls upon the tongue



A certain party

A certain cul-de-sac

A certain outcome

A certain piece of me



Car keys choose your keys



Outside alone

Crossing a perfect lawn

Could it be you

Could it be you

Or could it be

This is what freedom is?



We are brief encounters

We all lose our keys

We all choose our partners

We all choose our keys

Car keys choose your keys



Pull back

Pull back

Into the drive

Rigid in the matrimonial superking bed

Pretend to sleep

Pretend to sleep

Come on pretend

Yeah, lets pretend



We are brief encounters…