At night they would go walking ’till 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 nighttime for your weeping

Singing la lalalalala la lay

And the night over London lay

So we rode down to the river, where Vic – torian ghosts pray

For their curses to be broken

“There are ghost towns in the ocean,

Singing la lalalalala la lay

And the night over London lay

God is in the houses and God is in my head

And all the cemeteries in London

I see God come in my garden, but I don’t know what he said

For my heart it wasn’t open

Singing la lalalalala la lay

And the night over London lay

Singing la lalalalala la lay

There’s no light over London today