At night they would walk until dawn, the morning is for sleeping ... Through the dark streets they seek to see God in your own way, save your tears for the night
And the night over London lay then follow the river where Victorian ghosts pray,
For their curses to break ... we passed under the arches where the witches are saying,
That there are ghost towns in the ocean ... The ocean
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 do not know what he said, Because my heart was not open ... and there's no light over London
And the night over London lay then follow the river where Victorian ghosts pray,
For their curses to break ... we passed under the arches where the witches are saying,
That there are ghost towns in the ocean ... The ocean
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 do not know what he said, Because my heart was not open ... and there's no light over London
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