Lyrics:

I visit South America via a dead man’s words:
undercover priests and barren parks.
I visit through a different man’s images,
exercising in his underwear,
laminating the past.

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.

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.