Hostel Heat
Where the waves go cold
Where the bar gets closed (no signal) Hostel bunk at three AM,
staring at the ceiling fan
Rewriting all the words again,
trying to make you understand
But the sentences are getting dry,
turning into dust and sand
Down on a rotten wooden pier,
where the wifi dies (offline)
Spelling out my heart but it reads so flat Looking for a
signal, no response to that Spanglish on my tongue but it's losing
track (espera)
No signal on the pier,
no hope tonight Solo en la arena with the dying light No
signal on the pier,
no hope tonight Baila solo under heavy
skies (¡dale!)
I rewrite the text till it sounds so dull Blank screen,
empty glass, quiet lull Cheap sheets,
metal bunk, tourist blues Nothing left for me to lose
(let it go)
Spelling out my heart but it reads so flat Looking for a
signal, no response to that Spanglish on my tongue but it's losing
track
No signal on the pier,
no hope tonight
Solo en la arena with the dying light
No signal on the pier,
no hope tonight
Baila solo under heavy skies (¡dale!)
Off the grid, off the pier (no signal) No more words to
write