Follow me way back in time
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?
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
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