here we are at the cemetery
at night we play hide and seek
looking for free ghosts
wondering what they feel
when they here with us

here at winter night
when the snow falls down on the ground
and covers the gravestones
snowflakes all around us
our secret place
talking to the spirits
understanding the world beyond

morning enters
the sun comes up
snow melt all around
the graveyard
unfreezes the trees
the grass below wet from dew
breez wind of the morning
and the light of the sun
scares the ghosts around

we left alone
at dawn looking at stones
here at the cemetery of our life
trying to make sense of things
well don't try
just go with it
years go by
new graves here at the cemetery
and still we are here
at the same age
playing in our secret place