Lyrics:

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
Laminating the past
I've never been to Mexico City
But I recognise the light (I recognise the light)
I've never been to Santiago
Its history keeps me up at night (up at night)
Its history keeps me up at night
It keeps me up at night (keeps me up at night)
Keeps me up at night

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
Enter the frame
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
It keeps me up at night
It keeps me up at night
It keeps me up at night
It keeps me up at night
I've never been to Mexico City
But I recognise the light (I recognise the light)
I've never been to Santiago
Its history keeps me up at night
Up at night
Up at night
Up at night