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 Montreal With 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 Montreal Found 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 Montreal I'm a killer at heart And I wanted to feel So I laid out my trap With my artificial fire