[Verse 1]
I visit South America via a deadman’s words:
Undercover priests and barren parks
I visit through a different man’s images
Exercising in his underwear
Laminating the past (x2)

[Hook]
I’ve never been to Mexico City
But I recognise the light
I’ve never been to Santiago
Its history keeps me up at night
Its history keeps me up at night
It keeps up at night (x2)
Hey!

[Verse 2]
People sell mobile phone holsters in shaded kiosks
In an urban sprawl that moves at a crawl
I once took a European night train
But now I wait for something to enter the frame
Enter the frame (x2)

[Hook] (x2)