To my post-war phantom empire
Freezing and homeless in the cold winter night
Hanging out in a Tubeway station
With no place to go, full of dreams and illusions
Waiting for the end of the night
Then I saw your face all over the place
A porn-supermarket ad, a Strange Attractor
A moment I will never ever forget
How could I know this was my flight to Venus
When I bought my underground ticket?
That night I waved good-bye to life
With the European Narcotic Kings
And their wives in simmering anticipation
She looked like the Queen of Babylon
A girl of the underworld, soft skin on black silk
Bathed in cold neon light
An icon at the wall of a cathedral
A b-girl rhapsody, a date with disaster
Between the devil and the deep blue
Forbidden paradise when worlds collide
In this city by night
I was on a most fantastic journey
How could I know this was my flight to Venus
When I bought my underground ticket?
That night I waved good-bye to life
With the European Narcotic Kings
And their wives in simmering anticipation
It's a glittering secret
A magic spell
The pale girls they know
But they, they never will tell
I wish we were movie stars, just you and me
And Saturday night, Saturday night
Became eternity
How could I know this was my flight?
How could I know this was my flight?
How could I know this was my flight?
How could I know this was my flight to Venus...
2017 04 07 ·