Come to a place where black is the colour
Under Vincent’s starry night
Light cascades into pastel and charcoal
With bright eyes on a Moscow night
This is your place
This is your space
Where Suburbia
Meets Utopia
The painter does paint and the evening cries
The dawn is surely coming
The broken road leads to St Petersburg
And the sky is softly humming
This is your place
This is your space
Where Suburbia
Meets Utopia
Elena she waits with baited breath
Her canvas is an open door
Colour it paints a camera that sings
From the ceiling to the wooden floor
This is your place
This is your space
Where Suburbia
Meets Utopia
So dance in the snow laden moonlight
Amid sketches of shadowy grey
The burning chair beholds an impression
Where the Pet Shop boys do play
This is your place
This is your space
Where Suburbia
Meets Utopia
It’s bitterly cold and the frost hangs still
Under the pale sun of the winter weather
The evening light sighs and the steely skies
Light spoken images for ever and ever
This is your place
This is your space
Where Suburbia
Meets Utopia
No Time to Think 