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 lalalal a la lé
And the ni ght over Lon don lay.
So we ro de down to the riv er where the Vict oria ghosts pray
for their cu rses to be br oken
We'd go wa ndering neath the arch es where the witc hes are and they say
There are gh ost towns in the ocea n
The ocean
Singing la lalalala la lé
And the ni ght over Lon don lay.
God is in the h ouses and Go d is in my head and all the cemet eries in London
I see God come in my g arden, but I don 't know what he sai d,
For my he art, it wasn' t open
Not op en
Singing la lalala la la lé
and the night over L ondon lay.
Singing la lalala la la lé
There's no light over L ondon today.