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