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