Cemeteries
of
Coldplay, Viva La Vida
or Death and All His Friends
Listen
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 seek God in their own way,
Save the nighttime for your weeping
Your weeping
Singing la la la la la la
eh
And the night over London lay
So we rode down to the river where Victorian ghosts pray
For their curses to be broken
We’d go underneath the arches where the witches are in there saying
There are ghost towns in the ocean
The ocean
Singing la la la la la la
eh
And the night over
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 la la la la la la
eh
and the night over London lay
Singing la la la la la la
eh
There's no light over London today.