We saw a tale of deadly sins
Now I'm not sure where to begin
Cause when the parents are away, the kids push boundaries when they play
Indelibly on skin
I meant to send a get-well card
But writing it became too hard
And so I stayed with you at your place, much too scared to be alone
Your frightened counterpart

Tracy Mills she got cut down in her prime
But it’s so clear to me that we are not the grieving kind
'Cause almost nothing fits the formula, too ragged at the seams
And oh the thought of it still haunts me in my dreams

I spent an evening with a boy
My favourite figurine destroyed
But in the passion of the moment I just laughed and carried on
A stupid broken little toy
It didn’t matter much to me
I was so high I couldn’t see
But when I woke up the next day
I had to hide the tears from him as I wiped them away

She got cut down in her prime
And it's so clear to me that we are not the grieving kind
'Cause almost nothing fits the formula, too ragged at the seams
And oh the thought of it still haunts me in my nightmares in my dreams
And in my nightmares, in my dreams
And in my nightmares, in my dreams
And in my nightmares, in my dreams
And in my nightmares, in my dreams
And in my