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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 "lala lalalalala lay" And the night over London lay So we rode down to the river where the Victorian ghosts pray for their curses to be broken We'd go underneath the arches where the witches are and they say There are ghost towns in the ocean The ocean Singing "lala lalalalala lay" 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 "lala lalalalala lay" And the night over London lay Singing "lala lalalalala lay" There's no light over London today... From Letras Mania