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Walking past the graveyard, not breathing

Walking past the graveyard
We're holding in our breaths
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 there though we can't see them
As the breath inside is burning

'Til 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 at the bar room
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 year has passed
And the breath that I've been holding
Is rising up at last

Until it burns through all the sadness
As breath just wants to spill
But if I'm breathing then I'm talking
Then I'm kneeling on the hill and saying

How I miss you
How I miss you
How I miss you still