London

Sundark on darker streets. its violent times for weary feet. Carjackers and bullet showers. a yellow sign. too many fools in power But see. i will be gone by morning. my dear friend i lost a fight Forget me. i wash my hands in your grey slowing night. Coming down from darkened heights. i taste the thames with my cycle lights By saint paul's by big ben. by god's name, i repent. But see. i will be gone by morning my dear london goodnight Forget me, i wash myself in your grey river light