Crocodiles

Into the jaws of a crocodile's dream I was riding with El across borders unseen Never been there before in that beautiful strange Through the deep green jungle to the red Mars plains As the hot day drew its thick breath We were close enough to flying to be near enough to death There were ghosts swimming in my thoughts, I'd say that I've never been so close to home and so far away, as in Timor Leste, Timor Leste, Timor Leste, Timor... The motor stopped and the night was still Except the fan kept clipping on the window sill And the tap kept dripping in our orange room My heart was dancing with the elephants BOOM BOOM BOOM And I, I couldn't sleep, I was wide awake Like a super mosquito couldn't catch it or escape from it I write songs, I don't often pray But I've never been so glad for the break of day, as in Timor Leste, Timor Leste, Timor Leste, Timor... Headlights, bare feet, white skirts Me and Eloise and Henning meeting Mele on the outskirts Into a house where the Reggaeton blazed And the palm wine circled til our eyes were glazed There was something rare about the way he smiled As if the distance of his thoughts equaled more than miles I said, "Who we are Tony, please explain," and he said "Everybody here has at least six names," welcome to Timor Leste, Timor Leste, Timor Leste, Timor... Sometimes I wonder if we cheat our own maps If we re-draw the lines, if we distort the facts Cos we're too afraid of the love of the deep Of the big, green devil in Arte Morris He'll eat up your ideas, rip up your cause Make a bite mark bigger than a king lion's roar No gauze could cover that wound, white teeth Make a crooked white wall of my country's embassy that's in Timor Leste, Timor Leste, Timor Leste, Timor...