Cemeteries Of London

Cold Play - Cemeteries of London
At night they would go walking
'Til the breaking of the day
The morning is for sleeping

Through the dark streets they go searching
To see God in their own way

Save the night time for your weeping

Your weeping

Singing lalalalalalalalaiy
And the night over London lay

So we rode down to the river
Where Victorian ghosts pray

For their curses to be broken

We go underneath the arches
Where the witches are and they say
There are ghost towns in the ocean

The ocean

Singing lalalalalalalalaiy

And the night over London lay

God is in the houses
And God is in my head
And all the cemeteries of London

I see God come in my garden
But I don't know what He said
For my heart, it wasn't open

Not open

Singing lalalalalalalalaiy

And the night over London lay

Singing lalalalalalalalaiy

There's no light over London today