Artificial Fire

Found the treasure at last

We have to count backwards

You start at the end'

Til we find what we're after

There are two kinds of men

He could never be true

But am I just like him?

Am I unfaithful too?

I was drawing a map

But I couldn't have known

Take a right, take a left

You'll know when you get there

The puzzle will fit

Late one night

MontrealWith his clothes on the floor

And his artificial fire

Is there anybody counting

This mathematical equation?

Could there be another answer?

Could I change his mind

Or could he change mine?

Why can't there be one?

He tried to explain

In the dark

I would laugh

We were talking and naked

Reading my map

Late one night in

MontrealFound the treasure at last

It was artificial fire

Is there anybody counting

This mathematical equation?

Could there be another answer?

Could he change my mind

Or could I change his mind?

It was new, it was old

From the start it was both

And a year nearly passed

And one night

MontrealI'm a killer at heart

And I wanted to feel

So I laid out my trap

With my artificial fire