These new cities
Stretch my neck out
I'm a tourist
So I look up
Shadows over mountains
You split me in two
Each half
Went its separate way
To and from work in the dark
You split me in two
Each half
Went its separate way
These new feelings
My thumb on the seam
My thumb on the seam
I dreamed about the petals
I felt your silhouette
The touch of painted nettle
The smoke of cigarettes
We slept along La Seine
Woke up in Saint Michel
Flipped the lid, felt the shape
With chalk we drew our names
Beat hustlers at shell games
You don't say a word but I see that flame