Heart in Saigon

[il Westo]
Tim ở đâu
Yeah yeah cons of humidity, sweat on my neck, iodine and acidity
Salt lemon drink, faults sink a cigarette
Days at cafes surfing the internet
Wasting away, taking two naps
Waking to Saigon where bygones be bygones
And I'm gone to sky blue songs
And crying songs of the old who breathe
Their last breath and flowers that bloom
Who don't know what death is, living their life
Like the sharpest of knives cutting away at what's left of their lives
Shooting those shots and being shot down
Yet finding a quiet in Saigon's loud sounds

[il Westo, Ocoenia and SamK]
I guess my heart was all wrong, all wrong
You left your heart in Saigon, Saigon
And all that's left is this song, this song

I guess my heart was all wrong, all wrong
You left your heart in Saigon, Saigon
And all that's left is this song, this song

So goodbyes don't mean that we're gone tim ở đâu
I guess my heart was all wrong
You left your heart in Saigon
And all that's left is this song

So goodbyes don't mean that we're gone tim ở đâu
I guess my heart was all wrong
You left your heart in Saigon
And all that's left is this song

Tim của em ở đâu, tim ở đâu
Tim của em ở đâu, tim ở đâu