Sitting on the walls of Jericho
Doing nothing special
Watching the way
The clouds passed over me

I'd been waiting for a good hour
For something to happen
Wondering why
I was anticipating

Anything

It was pretty hot in the desert
So I went inside for a glass of wine
And a cigarette
And then I noticed you

Debating with myself what to say
But I kept quiet for a moment
Watching the way
Your eyes moved

Staring at the violence outside
You touched my arm
Asking for help
With your body

I didn't want to go upstairs
You looked too pretty
So I bought you a drink
And we talked for a while

But you didn't have anything much to say
And neither did I
No you didn't have anything much to say
And neither did I