Back home they call me crazy
Got no feel for my ideas
They live a life that's lazy
Wrapped in the vale of their fears

The true sense of adventure
Has none to do with murder
Sharp dressed into their thick dreams
A close call to all their screams

I am gravedancing
I am gravedancing

I thought they'd like what I do
The widows who say "I love you"
To the stones on the graveyards
I'd be the place where to start

A pinch of empty keyhole
And Voodoo in the threshold
Where there is darkness and blame
I give a voice to a name

I am gravedancing
I am gravedancing

I am gravedancing
I am gravedancing

Perhaps the soul that I bare
Could not inhale the thick air
Of love and lust on dark nights
They give their hope to this Christ

No hope could bring them, alive
Could feel the need of this jive
But it is all in their hands
Or will it mess up their plans

When Gravedancing
When Gravedancing
When Gravedancing
When Gravedancing

Back home they call me crazy
Got no feel for my ideas
They live a life that's lazy
Wrapped in the vale of their fears

They even think I'm dirty
But I can see their pity
I say again and again
I give voices to the names