In the morning
We'll burn this little cottage down
To a cinder
In the morning
We'll cover all our tracks
Beneath the timber
In the morning
I will no longer know your name
And you won't know mine
In the morning
We'll act as if we've never met
When we pass by
In the morning
Our every move will be erased
And our tongues tied
In the morning
We'll part without another word
And you won't see me again