Baby's in her hour of darknessnEverything she feels is hopelessnDisconnected from the dance hallnTrippin' on her heart of purplennIs this passion or nOr your red tidennFaces of her bleak expressionnTaking on her town's impressionn'Tis the season's witching hournAs the summer loses powernnIs this passion ornOr your red tidennBaby's breakin' your kiss goodnightnThis is where her heart will not diennIs this passion or nOr your red tidennOr your red tidennOr your red tide