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
Your weeping

Singing la lalalalala la la
And the night over London lay

So we rode down to the river, where the toiling ghosts spring
For their curses to be broken
We'd go underneath the arches, where the witches are in the saying
There are ghost towns in the ocean
The ocean

Singing la lalalalala la la
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 la lalalalala la la
And the night over London lay
Singing la lalalalala la la
There's no light over London today

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Christopher Anthony John Martin, Guy Rupert Berryman, Jonathan Mark Buckland, William Champion