At night they would go walking
Til the breaking of the day
The morning is for sleeping
Through the dark streets they go searching
To see God in their own way
Save the night time for your weeping
Your weeping
Singing la lalalalalalalaiy...
And the night over London lay
So we rode down to the river
Where Victorian ghosts pray,
For their curses to be broken
We go wandering neath the arches
Where the witches are and they say,
There are ghost towns in the ocean
The ocean
Singing la lalalalalalalaiy...
And the night over London lay
God is in the houses
And God is in my head
And all the cemeteries of London
I see God come in my garden
But I don’t know what he said,
For my heart it wasn’t open
Not open
Singing la lalalalalalalaiy...
And the night over London lay
Singing la lalalalalalalaiy...
There’s no light over London today
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