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 “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…