And I was gripped by that deadly phantom
  I followed him through hard jungles
  As he stalked through the back lots
  Strangling through the night shades
    The thief of life
  Moved onwards and outwards to love
    In a one stop only motel
  A storm bangs on the cheapest room
  The phantom slips in to spill blood
  Even on the sweetest honeymoon
    The killer of love
  Caught the last late Niagara bus
    By chance or escaping from misery
  Bu suddeness or in answer to pain
  Smoking in the dark cinema
  You could see the bad go down again
    And the clouds are high in Spanish mountains
  And a Ford roars through the night full of rain.
    The killer's blood flows
  But he loads his gun again
    Make a grown man cry like a girl
  To see the guns dying at sunset
    In vain lovers claimed
  But they never had met.