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 lé And the night over London lay. So we rode down to the river where the Victoria ghosts pray for their curses to be broken We'd go wandering neath the arches where the witches are and they say There are ghost towns in the ocean The ocean Singing la lalalala la lé 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 lalalala la lé and the night over London lay. Singing la lalalala la lé There's no light over London today.