Young Blood - Cemeteries

Have we been here?

This place seems so familiar

It feels like someone’s watching us

This room is dark

There’s something in the shadows

It’s something cold and hollow

Let’s run away

Can we escape?

Because it feels like someone’s listening

You don’t believe in superstition?

Well you’re wrong

Now we’re home safe

But I can still hear the whisper

Of the cold, snowy winter

When I sleep

When I try to dream away

Oh, how can we leave when you haunt our dreamless sleeping?

You’re ready for the weekend

But there’s blood on your sleeves

Oh, how can we leave when you haunt our dreamless sleeping?

We’re ready for the weekend

But there’s blood on our sleeves