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 lalalalalalalalaiy
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 underneath the arches
Where the witches are and they say
There are ghost towns in the ocean
The ocean
Singing lalalalalalalalaiy
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
Not open
Singing lalalalalalalalaiy
And the night over London lay
Singing lalalalalalalalaiy
There’s no light over London today