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