Cloves & Mangoes (Radio Edit)

The smell of burning cloves hits my nose hard,
Then I feel the thick and humid air.
I haven't slept in 24 hours, can barely think,
My back really hurts.
I get in line to wait for my visa,
The customs clerk, he glares at me.
And then I see your face through the window,
You lift your hand and beam with glee.

And once again I realize what it's really worth
To come (be) here and to loose all of the urge,
The urge to win and fight, to compete and to succeed,
And once again I realize, I truly love this place
It holds me with its charm, transforms my face.
It's crazy, it's loud at times, can set my teeth on edge,
But underneath lies magic, Gods are dancing on a ledge

I get my bag and pass the customs,
Then step outside, not believing it's true.
5 eager porters fight over my luggage
I shake my head and there are you.
We hug and laugh and grin like idiots
At the same time both ask: "how are you?"
I turn around to search for the mountains,
They're here as always, rising blue.

We leave the airport driving fast now,
My shirt is soaked, it's really hot.
I see the beach, can spot the surfers;
The waves are huge, they spill the lot.
We stop to get some beer for the ev'ning,
I smile to hear the people talk.
My skin is white; they see I just got here.
They greet me, passing, I watch them walk.