Sundark on darker streets
It’s violent times for weary feet
Carjackers and bullet showers
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 [bad word] 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