African Air

Sitting by the pool

I'm waiting here in plain solitude

Count the people hanging 'round the neighborhood

I can recognize the fence between the girls and the guys

That's the local way to keep their children wise

The night draws a picture of you in my arms

The sound of the discos and humming of the cars

That's alright

When you come I will be open to the touch of your love

There's a certain sound when everything you need can be found

That fills your ears when your little world starts coming around

The hot African air it doesn't seem to mind

Nor to care to bring some coolness on the sheets two lovers share

The night draws a picture of you in my arms

The sound of the discos and humming of the cars

That's alright

When you come I will be open to the touch of your love