Peopling of London - 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