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.