Lights out over Kilburn

There’s candles and there’s matches where they’ve always been
In the basement, where it’s far too dark to see
And any other town would rally round, but not in this town
There’s suspicion in everyone’s eyes

And without a choice we scatter for the hostelry
Where no-one’s talking, and no-one even dares to breathe
As vultures gather where the lights went out
There’s two police vans, fingers crossed it’ll settle down