Cemeteries of London

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 la lalalalala la la And the night over London lay So we rode down to the river, where the toiling ghosts spring For their curses to be broken We'd go underneath the arches, where the witches are in the saying There are ghost towns in the ocean The ocean Singing la lalalalala la la 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 lalalalala la la And the night over London lay Singing la lalalalala la la There's no light over London today.