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

By 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 the fjord 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 claim

that they never have met.