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