Wet Sand Fiesta

Fuego en la arena... (oh-oh)

Hostel room, squeaking metal bunk

Staring at the ceiling,

thinking of what we sunk

Walked down to the shore just to clear my head

Ordering water, wishing it was you instead (yeah)

Closing time, the bars are locked and dark Wet sand beneath my

feet, leaving a mark I’m calling it a night,

no more chasing the spark

Agua, agua, call it a night

Under the wet sand,

under moonlight

Agua, agua, cooling the fire

No more games, no more desire (ooh-yeah)

Ah-ya-ya,

dry your eyes on the shore

Ah-ya-ya,

we don't dance anymore (no more,

no more)

Three AM, keys jingle in the hall

Back to the hostel,

shadows on the wall

Another tourist heartbreak, written in the dust

Sipping cold water, learning who to trust

Agua, agua... Just call it a night

Wet sand and moonlight... (shhh)