[Intro] [A dry bass riff repeats beneath distant analog synths. No bright chords.] [Verse 1] [Mature female alto, low conversational delivery. Preserve the original vocal weight.] It's half past three The streets are dead Your stupid words Still in my head I killed the lights I locked the door I don't remember What I came here for [Chorus] [The bass becomes more insistent. Melody stays low, hypnotic and slightly crooked.] No good reason No good time You keep yours And I'll keep mine No good reason To turn around I like the silence I like the sound [Instrumental] [Dirty chorus guitar answers the bass motif. Sparse, restless synth pulse.] [Verse 2] [Almost spoken, dry and slightly amused.] Your cigarettes Are in my car I guess we didn't Get that far [Final Chorus] [Same restrained melody, no dramatic lift.] No good reason No good time You keep yours And I'll keep mine No good reason To turn around I like the silence I like the sound [Outro] [Drums stop. The mature female voice delivers the last line almost flat.] ...I like the sound.