I used to live by the graveyard
It was peaceful at night
I would laugh about the neighbours
And say at least they were quiet
Then they’d get me thinking
Of all the things I wished I’d said
Wishing I could be braver
Wishing I could bring back the dead
But you can’t hold a hand with ashes
You can’t make peace with a stone
There’s no need for a light in a crypt
There’s no need to keep ghosts in the home
