歌词
Childhood was easy
A childhood free from real violence
Just listen to some of my bad dreams
Poppies were stuffed toys
That folded into themselves
And rolled into my recurring nightmares
Think of what a tragic loss
One scary evening
Our hallway lit up with headlights
A car slowly drove past my bedroom
Think of what a tragic loss would have done to me
Safe and sound I made it up when I was asleep
Think of what a tragic loss