The graveyard

Well out here in the graveyard
You sit and wonder why
The place that seems most peaceful
Is the end of you and I
And underneath the moonlight
Up against the wooden door
It’s something you can’t handle
The full on loss of your control
But just what are you doing?
And is it worth the time you spend
Cause one day you will wake up
And find yourself there dead
 Now no one can escape it
So why must you pretend?
All the money on this table
Could not save you in the end

Words and music C.Field
Champs des reves publishing. 2007