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 see God in their own way, Save the nighttime for your weeping Your weeping
Singing la lalalalalala la lé... 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 lé... 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 lé... And the night over London lay
Singing la lalalalala la lé... There’s no light over London today…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
