i'm on my private jet-lag
while everyone is sleeping
i still haven't closed my tab
all rooms feel kind of empty
if you're not on the inside
you're my favourite space and time
i'm staring at the ceiling
i'm on my private jet-lag
while everyone is dreaming
i'm dancing through dynamite
all day feels kind of useless
if i don't give you my night
like the instinct of surviving
you've been engraved in my mind
last night i met a stranger
he said that something was off
he said my eyes had sadness
i think they are made of rainbows
i spent my whole day working
it's 'cause i fucking miss home
i'm wasting my time buscando tu calor