At night they would go walking till the breaking of the dayThe morning is for sleepingThrough the dark streets they go searching to see God in their own waySave the night time for your weeping, your weepingSinging la la la, la la la ehAnd the night over London, heySo we rode down to the river where the toiling ghosts springFor the curses to be brokenWe go underneath the arches where the witches are in the sayingThere are ghost towns in the ocean, the oceanSinging la la la, la la la ehAnd the night over London, heyGod is in the houses and God is in my headAnd all the cemeteries in LondonI see God come in my garden but I don't know what He saidFor my heart it wasn't open, not openSinging la la la, la la la ehAnd the night over London, heySinging la la la, la la la ehThere's no light over London today