Walking Past The Graveyard, Not Breathing - Hem

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