In the Air Atlantic

In the air Atlantic In my heart a hole In a cup of plastic Sugar from the pole In the Arab music In the stereo I is lost and holy I is indigo In the winter season 'Neath a sun of blue I is driving in my Black VW In the water seashell In the mirror cloud In the mouth a cigarette Arab music loud In the air Atlantic In the hotel-room In the wind is pleasant All the flowers bloom I can see the ocean And a girl from France In a rubber surf-suit What a circumstance! In the air Atlantic Where the cloud is white I is talking to her In the ocean light In the blazing fishwind All the colours blur She is kissing me an I is kissing her We as high as heaven As she sucks my mouth With the flaming sweetness Of the neon south Near the camping-places Where the streetlights burn We is very happy On this holy day With tons of water Crashing On the Cap Ferret In the air Atlantic Where the pine-trees bend And the waves are heavy And the rivers end