Peopling of London Songtext
von Maritime

Then we ate in the basement
And the dining room was vacant
Was the telephone laying low?
Or are we left all alone
Houses hold their stories own
Of transient ghosts
Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts
The peopling of London
Oceans of empty rooms Flex your skeleton, your wooden guns
In the cemetery of storefronts
Where the floor buckled under us
When dead air blows you go
Keep talk cheap and know
The seeking of secret ghosts
Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts
The peopling of London
Towers of human hearts