Tom Milsom - Graveyards lyrics

(mournful ohs) There's a graveyard where no graveyard used to be There's a graveyard made of gra** and memories Over ground that's overgrown, the gra**, the skin, the blood, the bone That's (are) buried here in scores The never-ending sores There's a braveheart where the graveyard used to be Fighting an imaginary cavalry All the dead in this dimension wield a weapon of retention Hidden from him now Until they will allow (oh) There's something reminiscent of a grey and weathered china cup I'm sure that's just for me The things that I can see Where graveyards used to be