From Baby Faced Killer
When the sound of the drums
Is as dark as the sky 
Dancers are moving so fast they can fly
I just sit all alone on a natural high
With the African breeze

Fever is coming and eyes getting blazed
The smell of the night sets the whole place ablaze
Sit all alone, casually gaze with the African breeze

On the African breeze, african breeze

I can smell, I can feel
The African night and my senses
Are reaching a new kind of high
And I know that the feeling
I'm getting is right
With the African breeze

This morning is easing me out of the spell
Got the African breeze, It's been feeling so well
I can return with a story to tell
Of the African breeze