Sundark on darker streets.
It's 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 St 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