Album: Slowed Down

African Air

Sitting by the pool, I'm waiting here in plain solitude. Count the people hanging 'round the neighbourhood. I can recognise 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.

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.

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.