Venus, with her soothing lines
I could look at her all day
Cnd some nights find her most inclined
To come out with the stars to play
Venus, she's a work of art
Green and gray and yellow bright
Take me to the symphony
For Holst knew how to paint her right
Da da da...
I'd have liked to visit Venus four billion years ago
She still pleasant, she still clear
Now I find her filled with secrets under clouds of smoke
Cnd I feel pressure in her atmosphere
No I can't take her atmosphere
Da da da...
Lover of Mars but no goddess to me,
Now I see she's stoking fire underneath it all
Born of above, or from the sea, or from the darkness of nothing
Reminding me of the malleability of everything but...
Venus, William's evening star
Veiling others of her sky
Hidden from this love of ours
Too evasive for the naked eye
I thought her a work of art
She thought me a harp to play
With her fingers, she tore me apart
Cnd I fear now there's nothing left to say