One fantastic day; my nature won't allow me any sleep, The firemen are going home, they've nothing to do here now, Soldiers of love, we're moving like ghosts Of fairies on the light rail lines; We know electricity in person - can that be an excuse? Untie my hands; I am calling Captain Africa... Many thousands of words - all for nothing, Or maybe stealing fire from the blinded gods, We know how to burn like alcohol in open arms; I shall take mine, wherever I see mine, A white rastafari, a trasnlucent gypsy, A silver beast searching for heat; I am calling Captain Africa...Edit
It can more or less go with the music. I wouldn't have bothered otherwise.