What a tragedy
It's a settled score
Like a cavity
A canyon of sorts
It was in my hands
You were in my blood
You had a fighting chance
Fall in and out of my head now and then
Lately, I've been tring to quit
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
What a tragedy
To a heart of gold
And all the company
But you're still alone
Sitting beneath the last supper painting
Your eyes glazed-over at the dinner table
Fall in and out of my head now and then
Lately, I've been tring to quit
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh ...