Coldplay - Cemeteries of london

At n^Emight they would go wa^Glking ‘till the ^Dbreaking of the^Am day, The m^Emorning is for sle^Geping… ^{D Am}

Through the d^Emark streets they go se^Garching to see G^Dod in their own w^Amay, Save the ni^Emghttime for your we^Geping… ^{D Am}

Your wee^Emping…

Singing l^Ga lalal^Dalala la ^Amlé… And the ni^Emght over Lo^Dndon, h^Emey…

So we r^Emode down to the ri^Gver where the to^Diling ghosts sp^Amring, For their cu^Emrses to be br^Goken… ^{D Am}

We’d go u^Emnderneath the ^Garches where the w^Ditches are in the ^Amsaying, There are gh^Emost towns in the oc^Gean… ^{D Am}

The oc^Emean… Singing l^Ga lalala^Dlala la l^Amé…

And the n^Emight over Lo^Dndon, e^Emy… ^EmGod is in the houses and G^Dod is in my head… and all the c^Ememeteries in Lo^Gndon… ^{D Am}

I see G^Emod come in my ga^Grden, but I do^Dn’t know what he^Am said, For my he^Emart it wasn’t^G open…. ^{D Am}

Not op^Emen… Singing l^Ga lalala^Dlala la l^Amé…

And the n^Emight over Lo^Dndon, e^Emy… Singing l^Ga lalal^Dalala la l^Amé…

There’s^Em no light over^D London t^Emoday…