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 woman
With the sound of Biba-Nova in their frozen sighs
Too soon their night
Shades into day
They al recall
What they would say
A magic phrase as they did way to
Biba-Nova

We're all gonna live forever%85
Like Biba-Nova

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

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