Cemeteries
Young Blood
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