At night they would go walking    Til the breaking of the day    The morning’s for sleeping    Through the dark streets    They’d go searching    To see God in their own way    Save the nightime for your weeping       Your weeping…       Singing    la la lala la la ehh    And the night over London, lay       So we rode down to the river    Where Victorian ghosts pray    For the curse is to be broken    We’ll go underneath the arches    Where the witches aren’t the same    There are ghost towns in the ocean       The ocean..       Singing    la la lala la la ehh    And the night over London, lay       God is in the houses    And God is in my head    And all the Cemeteries of 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 la lala la la ehh    And the night over London, lay       Singing    la la lala la la ehh    There’s no light over London today