Hotel Bible Bounce

(hey, un, dos, tres) You only call when the clock strikes three

Walked out mid-sentence, left your keys with me In the bedside drawer,

a hotel Bible stays cold While you hunt for stories that have

never been told (why you do that?)

Now you're dancing in a thrift-store coat Laughing in the lobby on

a different note

Can you feel the temperature rising high?

Underneath the heavy city sky

(let's go!)

Fuego en la calle,

we don't sleep tonight!

(no sleep) Under the red glare,

feeling alright!

Bounce with the beat,

oh can you feel the heat?

(fuego, fuego)

Thrift-store afterparty, glass in hand Nobody

is listening to the radio band The hotel book is still waiting

in the dark While we run through the shadows chasing a spark

Fuego en la calle,

we don't sleep tonight!

(no sleep) Under the red glare,

feeling alright!

Bounce with the beat,

oh can you feel the heat?

(fuego, fuego)

(no sleep... night heat...)