Cheyenne

And I think back to the weekend
When every time
You listened to Stevie Wonder
In the attic at my place
Here from my room
I see the sunset but
If I call you, then we argue
The sky of Morocco is dull

What's the point of a weekend
If you don't know where I live
You always ask about me
Even today, which is Saturday
I wonder why we're talking but
From afar we don't touch
The circle is closed, we are here
Inside
If there's too much silence, I can't hear you

You know that laughing
Starting in the rain
Entering a museum
Waiting for it to end
A bit like in high school
With your hand in your pocket
Feeling like two Cheyennes with one arrow

I just want to know if
It bothers you and you don't miss it
Smoking the last cigarette with me here
I would become another continent for you
If we were Cheyennes but we're just people

Do you remember the weekend in this pool
We're nothing special
I was better on the street
Talking to you
Until morning but
Up close we don't understand each other
The circle is closed and we are here
Inside
If there's too much silence, I can't hear you

You know that laughing
Starting in the rain
Entering a museum
Waiting for it to end
A bit like in high school
With your hand in your pocket
Feeling like two Cheyennes with one arrow

I just want to know if
It bothers you and you don't miss it
Smoking the last cigarette with me here
I would become another continent for you
If we were Cheyennes but we're just people

Just people who make mistakes and then call it love
These cuts on the heart burn
More than jellyfish
On the skin

I just want to know if
It bothers you and you don't miss it
Smoking the last cigarette with me here
I would conquer another continent for you
If we were Cheyennes but we're just people