Down in the graveyard,
I met my father for the first time.
Down in the graveyard,
his bones lost all their white.
He said "I wish I was alive."
Down in the graveyard,
Your blood ran dry.
Down in the graveyard,
my mother said "I wish he was still alive,"
and for the first time, words made me cry.
We held each other and stood over your grave.
Slowly you came up and I saw that look on your face.
There was no emotion, but all the cracks, they looked the same.
Down in the graveyard,
I laid a rose over your coffin.
Down in the graveyard,
My blood ran thin.
When I thought I felt the wind breathe,
something inside me grew weak.
Oh I think it was you,
you were reaching out for me.
And this whole time I knew you were with me.