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 seek God in their own way,
Save the nighttime for your weeping�
Your weeping�
Singing la lalalala la le�
And the night over London rang.
So we rode down to the river where the toiling ghosts strain
for their curses to be broken�
We'd go underneath the arches where the witches are in there saying
There are ghost towns in the ocean�
The ocean�
Singing la lalalala la le�
And the night over London rang.
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 la lalalala la le�
and the night over London rang.
Singing la lalalala la le�
There's no light over London today.
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