New Cities

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