Half-Charged Bounce

(oye, listen)

Red light blinking on my phone screen

Halfway dead, but you know what I mean

Took the long way just to feel the night

Parked outside the bait shop out of sight

No one's watching when the camera's off

Let the bassline wash the worry off

Underneath the heat of the night

(ooh-yeah) Everything is wrong but it feels so right

Dancing on the edge of the tourist town Hostel bunk is quiet

but the beat won't down

Yeah, we dance like the cameras are off

Baila, baila, move the frame No more rules and no more name

Baila, baila, close your eyes Underneath the southern skies (baila,

baila!)

Hostel room with the creaking floor Leaving keycards by the open door

Power bank is down to one red line But we got a

little rhythm and a lot of time No regrets on the gravel

road

Let the heavy bass relieve the load

Just a tourist with a broken heart (ahhhh)