Under Waterloo Skies

As our city lay sleeping, the symphony swells
We tiptoe 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 hometown 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 'til 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 the 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 hometown 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 'til my iPhone dies"
Under Waterloo skies