Walking Past The Graveyard, Not Breathing

Walking past the graveyard we’re holding in our breathes
 It’s a long way to the corner, trying not to wake the guests
 Inside the rows of mausoleums, the gate with iron wings
 They are there though we can’t see them
 As the breath inside is burning
 Till the games we play as children
 Come to harden into bone
 Running from this city made of stone
 I’m walking past the graveyard, may the breath inside me stay
 As I stumble in the ballroom or I’m face down in the hallway
 Where the games we played as children
 Keep us safe when we’re alone
 Hiding from this city made of stone
 I’m walking past the graveyard, another yeas has passed
 And the breath that I’ve been holding is rising up and lasts
 Until it burns through all my sadness, ‘cause breathe just wants to spill
 But if I’m breathing then I’m talking, then I’m kneeling on the hill and say
 How I miss you
 How I miss you
 How I miss you
 Still