I visit South America via a deadman's words Undercover priests and barren parks I visit through a different man's images Exercising in his underwear Laminating the past Laminating the past I've never been to Mexico City But I recognise the light (I recognise the light) I've never been to Santiago Its history keeps me up at night (up at night) Its history keeps me up at night It keeps me up at night (keeps me up at night) Keeps me up at night ♪ People sell mobile phone holsters in shaded kiosks In an urban sprawl that moves at a crawl I once took a European night train But now I wait for something to enter the frame Enter the frame Enter the frame I've never been to Mexico City But I recognise the light I've never been to Santiago Its history keeps me up at night It keeps me up at night It keeps me up at night It keeps me up at night It keeps me up at night I've never been to Mexico City But I recognise the light (I recognise the light) I've never been to Santiago Its history keeps me up at night Up at night Up at night Up at night