Balcony Heat

(unh, yeah)

Hostel bunk with a broken fan

Tracing shadows on the plaster wall

Second Instagram I shouldn't scan

Two blocks down, you're having a ball

Roommate's back, heard the whole sad deal

Steps outside where the ocean taste is real

Reaches out, turns it up past polite (turn it up) Says we're

taking back the night

Fuego en la brisa,

let it burn

(let it burn) Now we dance because we never learn

Bajo la luna, salt on my skin (so real) Let the heavy

dembow beat begin

Balcony view of the distant tide

No more tears that I have to hide

Music loud to drown out the phone

In a crowded room,

no longer alone

Fuego en la brisa,

let it burn

(let it burn) Now we dance because we never learn

Bajo la luna, salt on my skin (so real) Let the heavy

dembow beat begin

(fuego en la brisa) (yeah)