Dance music from the corner bar
   over dogs barking at a passing car
   and your hair tumbles down like sahara gold
  
   hot night -- streets are full of life
   carnival faces in rembrandt light
   and your hair tumbles down like sahara gold
  
   half moon shining through the blind
   paints a vision of a different kind
   and your hair tumbles down like sahara gold
  
   wet limbs striped with silver light
   locked together at the centre of the night
   and your hair tumbles down like sahara gold
  
   night bloom filling up the room
   with the salt and musk of lovers' rich perfume
   and your hair tumbles down like sahara gold
  
   animal grins and wild shining eyes
   laughing and shouting we're a hundred storeys high
   and your hair tumbles down like sahara gold