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

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