Cemetery After Midnight
Hell Calls Me
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Cemetery After Midnight
Verse 1
The gate sighs open like it knows our names,
rusted teeth and forgotten flames.
I come with flowers I can’t explain,
you come with silence carved in rain.
Headstones lean like they’re trying to hear,
what we whisper when no one’s near.
You brush your sleeve across my grief,
like it’s something soft enough to keep.
Pre-Chorus
We don’t speak of the ones we lost,
we just count the moss and the cost.
But in the dark where the crows unwind,
I think I see you crossing the line…
Chorus
At the cemetery after midnight,
we learn how the dead still feel like light.
Hands in the earth, hearts out of sight,
falling in love where nothing survives.
It starts like mourning, slow and thin,
then turns to something we shouldn’t begin.
But I keep coming back every time—
to the cemetery after midnight.
Verse 2
You laugh at names carved into stone,
say everyone here is less alone.
I tell you ghosts don’t sleep or leave,
they just learn how to breathe through grief.
We sit where the ivy eats the past,
and pretend that nothing good can last.
But your shoulder touches mine too long,
and suddenly “wrong” starts feeling wrong.
Pre-Chorus
The wind moves through the iron gate,
like it’s jealous of what we make.
Something tender, something bright,
growing in a place meant for night…
Chorus
At the cemetery after midnight,
we learn how the dead still feel like light.
Hands in the earth, hearts out of sight,
falling in love where nothing survives.
It starts like mourning, slow and thin,
then turns to something we shouldn’t begin.
But I keep coming back every time—
to the cemetery after midnight.
Bridge
And if the dead could speak, I swear,
they’d tell us to stop pretending we’re not there.
But we carve our names in borrowed air,
like love could make the rot repair.
Final Chorus
At the cemetery after midnight,
we kiss like ghosts learning how to fight.
No vows, no dawn, no goodbye right—
just two hearts lit by borrowed light.
If this is wrong, I don’t mind…
bury me here, I’ll be just fine,
with you beside me every time—
in the cemetery after midnight.
Outro
The gate stays open when we leave,
like it never learned how to grieve.