So strange how childhood hurts don’t mend,
we’ll all be stuck with them till the end.
Adulthood’s got it’s own fair share,
believe me we’re still getting there.
The past is a branch that just won’t bend,
so strange how childhood hurts don’t mend.

Cardinal’s dress is ribbon red,
“Some things should never have been said”.
I’ll tell you all about the birds and the bees,
the Burning Bush and the Pharisees.
Now there’s cold hands upon your head,
Cardinal’s dress is crimson red.