Behind us, the sun was setting,
Or was the moon already out?
I'm sorry, I seem to be forgetting,
But we were watering a drought.

No adventures, no pursuit of love,
Just sitting there was quiet enough.

It must have been the combination;
Of you, me, corona and cigarettes,
And freedom came with every inhalation
A relief from all worries and regrets.

And we understood, no need to speak,
That what we have is just unique.