Meet me in the graveyard,
Forty-five past midnight.
Meet me by the tombstones,
Where the fog blocks the light.

Let the mist envelope us,
Let it swirl all around.
It'll turn us into to apparitions
And we'll ghost about the town.

We'll disappear as the sun comes up,
But we'll be back again so soon.
Only twelve more hours until
We can play under the moon.