Siamese Couplets Lyrics

The international language of smiles
Sticky spilled cola makes it's way down the aisles
The bus driver steers like he's trying to surprise us
Elephant beers come in two different sizes

Uniform-starched stewardess on the coaches
Army ants march and the jungle encroaches
Tickets are touted as the rubber rots
Stricken live chickens travelling in a box

Gecko-green treasures on the vertical tiles
My minutes are measured in nautical miles
Ferang-fed monkeys boldly approach
Stop at the market for barbecued cockroach

Step from the airport - smack, the heat hits you
â??Beautiful ladies in here, mister, mister!â?
The air in Bangkok is brown like a stain
and the whole town stops for falling rain

I love a liquid horizon
Sun low enough to keep your eyes on
So much to say, we could sit on the sand
With spice in our bellies and ice in our hands

I love a liquid horizon
Sun low enough to keep your eyes on
So much to say, we could sit on the sand
Spice in our bellies and ice in our hands

Everyone talks at you, down in the south
Never bring the fork up to your mouth
The broken-tailed cat always knows where the fish go
Dodgems in Trat look and sound like a disco

An elephant's trunk sniffs the blood on its head
An old orange monk lights up a winfield red
Cambodia to Myanmar, Laos to Malaysia
Welcome to the centre of south-east Asia

I love a liquid horizon
Sun low enough to keep your eyes on
So much to say, we could sit on the sand
Spice in our bellies and ice in our hands

I love a liquid horizon
Sun low enough to keep your eyes on
So much to say, we could sit on the sand
Spice in our bellies and ice in our hands

I love a liquid horizon, I love a liquid horizon
I love a liquid horizon, I love a liquid horizon