

Yeah, yeah (hmmm)
Laptops glowing in the hotel room
Still online under a heavy moon
You edit the text till the spark is gone
Revising the words to a duller tone
Passenger seat, I'm pretending to sleep
While the bass outside is running deep
Yellow taxi under midnight heat
Lost connection on a crowded street
Wristband glowing from the festival floor
But we don't go there anymore
No me digas, let the rhythm take the pain away
(bailando) Underneath the heat we got nothing left to say
(oh no) Green light on the screen but you're miles away
Wristband on my hand and it's here to stay
Typing status like a business line
While the neon signage starts to shine
Passenger side, keeping my eyes closed tight
To block out the glare of the tourist night
Still online, still online (why you doing this?) rewriting every single line
(every line,
yeah)
Green light on the screen
(so far away)
Green light on the screen