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.