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...