Under Waterloo Skies

As our city lay sleeping, a symphony swells

We tip-toe through the graveyard to the sound of Bow bells

Down to the river and a Waterloo sunset for two

Our young lungs asunder, our old hearts a wreck

Your rosary hung like a noose around my neck

You say, "Do you hear them? The old ghosts are singing a tune"

It's a hymn for tomorrow

A hymn for tomorrow

Because tonight

The bones of our home town are ours

We sing 'There Is A Light That Never Goes Out' in the back of your car

And if tonight

Was the last night of our lives

We'd sing 'There Is A Light That Never Goes Out' till my iPhone dies

Under Waterloo skies

As our city is waking, we're chilled to the bone

We start navigating the Northern line home

We carve our initials into the seats on the Tube

Along suicide bridge, like two ghosts in the snow

We sit and we spit on the cars far below

I say, "I can hear them, the old ghosts are singing a tune"

It's a hymn for tomorrow

A hymn for tomorrow

Because tonight

The bones of our home town are ours

We sing 'There Is A Light That Never Goes Out' in the back of your car

And if tonight

Was the last night of our lives

We'd sing 'There Is A Light That Never Goes Out' till my iPhone dies

Under Waterloo skies