| These words scare you to death* | |
| And painted red were my amends | |
| And there's no ghost in sight | |
| On Navarin street tonight | |
| So in the night was a neon love | |
| That shun down the bedside | |
| In the ninth in a heated fight | |
| Came a sign that it was time | |
| Time to lay it down | |
| Into the grown the past that bounds | |
| Bound unto the wrist | |
| So not to risk missing misery's kiss | |
| So in the night was a neon love | |
| That shun down the bedside | |
| In the ninth in a heated fight | |
| Came a sign that it was time | |
| It was time, it was time |