"Tell me, was it all a lie?
Was it something meant for your eyes?"
You asked me when you finally got wise
But it wasn't in the plan to make you think you were mine
It just turned out that way, when you came upon the scene.
You might've compromised me and all my smokescreens,
Put my contacts in danger every time you draw near.
I let it go on too long, now it's time I disappear.

I'm setting fire to all my love songs
All these letters scrawled in your hand
The flames lick and turn them to ashes
And like leaves they are blown by the wind
And like secrets they are blown back again

I know that it's you by the slant of the light
I know your lithe shadow, and how it glides
From streetlamp to streetlamp, always three steps behind
Thinking you'd step up on me, thinking that you'd been blind
Don't play games! This isn't just some charade
It's something you don't understand, it's how the future gets made
And if I told you couldn't swim then why'd you get so far over your head?
I let it go on too long, you're gonna get us both killed

I'm setting fire to all my love songs
All these letters scrawled in your hand
The flames lick and turn them to ashes
And like leaves they are blown by the wind
And like secrets they are blown back again

And then a gunshot rings out...
No one moves, no one makes a sound
I swear I can hear someone's heart pounding...
I swear I can hear someone's footsteps coming...
I swear I can hear someone whose voice I've known
And they're saying "Didn't I tell you to stay at home?"
Oh, I've heard that voice but, no, it couldn't be...
Your hand holds the smoking gun as you're looking down at me,
Saying, "It's love of a woman or love of a country.
And because you couldn't choose, you should neither of the two."

And it all comes back to you in the end, it all comes back to you in the end...
It all comes back, all comes back, all comes back to you in the end....

I'm setting fire to all my love songs
All these letters scrawled in your hand
The flames lick and turn them to ashes
And like leaves they are blown by the wind
And like secrets they are blown back again