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