Neon Love - Armistice

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