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 pur fight

Forget me I wash myself 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