Letras
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