Video de Old Churchyard

She walked up to the old churchyard
Flowers floating everywhere
Past a ringing old payphone
Picked it up, no one was there
Stopped at Mother Mary
Still crying for her son
She held tight to the crucifix
That glistened in the sun
I can't tell the wrong from the right
It all just ends the same
Like rows of houses, neatly kept
With flowers on our name
She got as close as she could get
Six feet away from him
She laid face-down, arms spread out wide
Hoped he'd feel her once again
When night crept in, she finally left
There were stars everywhere
Past a ringing old payphone
Picked it up, no one was there
I can't tell the wrong from the right
It all just ends the same
Like rows of houses, neatly kept
With flowers on our name
Did you see him out there running
When the angels swooped down so stunning
And the choir begins to sing as the church bells ring
In the old churchyard
I can't tell the wrong from the right
It all just looks the same:
Like rows of houses, neatly kept
Like rows of houses, neatly kept
Like rows of houses, neatly kept
With flowers on our name