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