How could someone break my heart, you asked

How could someone do such a thing to me

We rode the lift up and down all the floors of your hostel

But when the doors opened, you were afraid that someone might see

Should I not have kissed you?

Should I have gone home from the start?

Now you're gone, and that's how someone breaks my heart

We had our way with each other in a doomed stairwell

I should have known when you suddenly wanted me gone

That you were capable of all the things that you questioned

Such as "why would a guy hurt a girl like you enough for you to write these sad, sad songs?"

Were you just a tourist, and I was your art?

Well, the museum is empty now, and that's how someone breaks my heart

So, at least now you know how this heart gets broken

And at least now you know you are still in love with her

So next time you're in London, or I'm in Dublin

I'll just pretend you're on the other side of the world

Yeah, 'cause you were just a tourist and I was your art

Well, the museum is empty now, and that's how someone breaks my heart

Yeah, 'cause you were just a tourist and I was your art

Well, the museum is empty now, and that's how someone breaks my heart