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