2.Cemeteries of London
Lyricist：Coldplay
Writer(s)：Coldplay
At night they would go walking 'till 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 nighttime for your weeping
Your weeping
Singing la lalalalala la lé
And the night over London lay
So we rode down to the river where the toiling ghosts spring,
For their curses to be broken
We'd go underneath the arches where the witches are in the
saying,
There are ghost towns in the ocean
The ocean
Singing la lalalalala la lé
And the night over London lay
God is in the houses and God is in my head and all the
cemeteries in 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 lalalalala la lé
And the night over London lay
Singing la lalalalala la lé
There's no light over London today
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