Практика: Cemeteries of London

At night, they would go walking 'til the breaking of the day

The morning is for sleepin'

Through the dark streets, they go searching to see God in their own way

Save the night time for your weeping

Your weeping

Singing la-la-la-la-la-la-lay

And the night over London lay

So we rode down to the river where Victorian ghosts pray

For their curses to be broken

We go wandering 'neath the arches where the witches are, and they say

"There are ghost towns in the ocean"

The ocean

Singing la-la-la-la-la-la-lay

And the night over London lay

God is in the houses, and God is in my head

And all the cemeteries of 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-la-la-la-la-la-lay

And the night over London lay

Singing la-la-la-la-la-la-lay

There's no light over London today