Venus

atmospheres are made of lust and both of us let it build dust don’t be scared, babe lick your fingers and trace the sand ‘cause we’re in the catacomb flames and you’ll never see blue and green again so touch the ice on venus i bet it feels hot as hell ‘cause when the night comes your dreams still rot and dwell don’t be scared, babe the staged landings are over now ‘cause we’re hidden in the red clouds and i’ve always loved the way your echoed voice sounds so touch the foreign sand dunes take a look at all of this ‘cause when the night comes the creatures rise from the abyss atmospheres are made of lust now let’s wipe way this ancient dust