Thrown by the blow Burned out by the heat All down to the stories you've been spinning on me Goes to show you never know And you gave no clue that you knew That there'd probably come a time I'd have to get over you Build it, burn it Turn it into dust Keep it as a trophy Of what we called love Twist it, turn it Blame my heart of stone But everybody knows it's on you And your wicked soul Floored and adored me
Really owned the part But you'd written out your exit From the very start It goes to show you never know When you're holding out your heart To get set up and rested On a house of cards Build it, burn it Turn it into dust Keep it as a trophy Of what we called love Twist it, turn it Blame my heart of stone But everybody knows it's on you And your wicked soul