Your fingers set fire to my soul and then disappeared
We broke the quiet of this town, now its silent here

And when we're back it's even worse because suddenly
What used to be a home to me is filled with fear that you'll appear

My fingers set fire to the pages you could never find
Maybe if I wrote something perfect, you could change your mind

And all the things that I did or said would be a memory of a time
When I just wasn't ready to feel the fear that you would disappear

Oh, maybe
Oh, maybe
Oh, maybe
Oh, maybe