BIBA-NOVA

At Midnight
London sleeps inside
But certain limousines
Still glide
They take a silent ghostly ride to
Biba-Nova

The passengers
Feel incomplete
They cruise a littered
Chelsea street
And listen for the phantom beat of
Biba-Nova

Languid men
With the moon shining out of their
    lazy eyes
Cool women
With the sound of Biba-Nova in their
    frozen sights

Too soon their nights
Shades into day
They all recall
What they would say
A magic phrase as they did sway to
Biba-Nova

We're all gonna live forever
Like Biba-Nova

It's after four
The stars won't wait
She's feeling faint
He's feeling fate
They dream of 1968 and
Biba-Nova

We're all gonna live forever
Like Biba-Nova
It's all over

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