I'm searching the graveyard for a soul like my own
And luring the spirits to break free from the stone
I'm searching the graveyard for a soul like my own
Only the undertaker knows

I'm dancing in circles beneath the cemeteary sky
And playing for moonlight to allaw your soul to fly
I'm dancing in circles beneath the cemeteary sky
All of the angels pass on by.

And it seems like all the fog is floating through
witch's heart, a couldrons brew
And I never knew that life could fell this [bad word] Until I met the ghost of you

So, I'll keep searching the graveyard for a soul like my own
And luring the spirits to break free from their stone
I'm searching the graveyard for a soul like my own

Only the undertaker knows
Only the undertaker knows
Only the undertaker knows